Page 27 of Not-So Real Breakup

“Fuck, baby. That pretty little mouth of yours looks so perfect wrapped around my cock.”

Thrilled by his reaction, I hummed against him, slowly lowering my head to take in more of his length. He pumped against my waiting lips, his hands gripping my ponytail.

“Yes,” he hissed.

The sound urged me on, and I took in a breath, letting my tongue slide under his shaft as I pulled him deeper into my mouth, almost gagging on his length. But he pulled me back just as I started moving again, his hand wrapped around my ponytail as he forced me to look up at his heated gaze.

“This is about you, Samantha. As much as I’d love to come down your throat, we need to take advantage of this tub. You’ll have plenty of opportunities to explore blow jobs with me in the future.”

With his hand still fisted in my hair, he slowly sank down until he kneeled in front of me. Then his mouth was back on mine, each swipe of his tongue hungry against me. My sensitive nipples puckering as he pressed close.

Sliding his mouth down my neck, he used a free hand to turn off the water. Wordlessly, he pressed me up against the side of the tub, kissing down the length of my body as he pushed me up with his strong arms.

The cold air stung my bare pussy, but then was immediately covered by his awaiting mouth. My legs wrapped over his shoulders as he fucked me with his tongue, pushing me against the wall with each thrust.

“That feels good,” I managed to murmur, gripping his hair.

He looked up at me with that beautiful hazel gaze, his tongue still burrowed deep inside me.

I met his stare, watching as he wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking hard.

“Omigosh,” I managed to get out, bucking against his face.

While keeping me balanced against the side of the tub, he sucked on my clit and moved his wet fingers inside me, driving me higher as he sucked my sensitive bundle of nerves.

I whimpered, my thrusts meeting his fingers as my entire body shook. He groaned my name, and that was all it took for me to explode on his fingers.

I barely had time to recover from orgasm number one before he dropped my legs into the water and put his mouth on mine, letting me taste my own salty sweetness on his lips. His fingers stayed in my channel, pumping faster, and working me to the brink again.

“Come on, baby, come all over my fingers before I fuck this greedy pussy,” he murmured, pressing his face against my neck.

When he added his thumb to stroke my clit, I cried out, my body shaking as I came around his fingers.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Don’t hold back.”

I whimpered as he removed his fingers but then was quickly rewarded when he leaned back, pulling me onto his lap.

“Now are you going to be a good girl and ride my cock?”

“Uh-huh,” I breathed, slowly inching myself over his hardened length before sitting down, feeling every hard ridge against my inner walls.

He gripped my hips. “Hold tight, baby. It’s a little slippery.”

I managed to curl my hands around the rim of the tub as he scooted us closer before his hips rolled against mine. In this position, his dick curved to hit me in all the right spots. I couldn’t help but move my body with his, moaning every time he thrust up.

“Are you relaxed enough, baby?” he asked with a smirk, licking down my chest.

I laughed softly and rocked harder against him. “So much better than relaxed.”

“And I’m not even done with you yet.”

He popped one of my nipples in his mouth, his fingers swirling against the other. I moaned, leaning my head back as I continued bouncing on his dick, searching for relief even though I’d already come twice.

“Give me another orgasm, baby. Come all over this cock before I fill you,” he commanded, gripping harder onto my waist as he pressed his face against my chest.

Our bodies moved together as I pushed harder, circling against him. He matched my movements, picking up the pace as my moans grew louder.

“That’s it, baby, come for me,” he growled.