Page 71 of Mile High Contract
She shuts the dishwasher and dries her hand on a towel. “I didn’t say I would do it. I just said it wasn’t ‘too much.’”
“Scared?” I ask.
Taryn comes over to me, straddles my lap, and loops her arms around my neck. “If I can take your cock down there”—she points between her legs—“I’m pretty sure I can take it in my mouth.”
“But you just said you weren’t sure,” I point out, breathless at her proximity. My dick is at all full attention now and I know she can feel it through my sweatpants, especially since she’s not wearing any shorts or underwear.
“I’m always up for a good challenge,” she says breathlessly. Then, she leans down and kisses me.
Reaching my hand up, I place it along her jaw and kiss her back, her tiny mewls spurring me on as our tongues writhe together.
I break the kiss, turn her around, and say, “Spread your legs and put your feet on the table.”
She obeys, giving me full access to her naked cunt. I slowly run my hand up her shirt, knead her full breasts, and then slide my hand down her warm, flat belly until I reach the junction between her legs.
I hold back a gasp to feel how absolutely soaked she is, my dick hardening even more, as if that was possible.
As I circle two fingers over her swollen bud, her head cranes back against my shoulder, and her mouth drops open. When I insert two fingers into her tight, drenched hole, she whimpers and writhes against my hand, wanting more.
I pull my fingers out and strum them against her, spreading her lips and strumming gentle strokes against her clit. With my other hand, I take turns on her tits, running my fingers against each hard nipple while she cries out.
When I feel her starting to come, I shove my fingers back inside her and pinch her left nipple hard while she squirts all over the leg of my sweatpants—the ones I almost come inside of myself.
TWENTY-FOUR
Taryn
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Iopen my eyes andtry to catch my breath. I have never had so many orgasms in such a short amount of time in my life. I’ve also never come so fast. This man is an expert musician, and I’m his ready and willing instrument.
“Stand up,” he orders.
I do, and watch him shove his sweatpants down, his cock springing free as he stands.
“Get on your knees,” he demands.