Page 46 of Devoured By You
“Don’t move.”
I blinked, my vision blurred. As I waited for my sight to dial in, I felt something cold on my dick.
“My turn to feast on you.”
I raised myself up as Jill poured the rest of the jug of cream over my cock and balls. She licked me from root to tip. Tingles erupted all over my body, and my dick perked right back up, three-quarters hard before she’d taken a second lick.
What was it about this woman that defied logic? I shouldn’t be able to get hard so soon after she’d already ripped an almighty orgasm out of me.
She licked every drop off me, then grabbed the hem of my trousers, arching an eyebrow in a silent command. I tilted my hips, and she pulled them and my boxers off in one go. I went for the buttons on my shirt. She stopped me.
“Don’t. It’s hot. Like a hidden prize I have to work for.”
I flipped her over, landing between her legs. I rolled on a condom and nudged my cock against her entrance. “What are you doing to me?” I murmured as I pushed inside.
She answered by pushing my jacket off my shoulders, removing my tie, and unfastening my shirt. Her warm hands roved over my chest, her eyes flicking down to where we were joined. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched as I thrust in and out.
“We look great together.”
“We really fucking do.”
“I don’t think I can come again.”
“Want to fucking bet?” I growled, angling my hips so that every time I buried my cock in her, I grazed her clit. “Twist your nipples for me.”
She did as I asked without a murmur of dissent. Fuck. She was goddamn perfect. A low groan sounded in her throat.
“Feel good, baby?”
“So good.” She gasped as I shifted position. “God, yes. There. Do that again.”
I did, earning another one of her groans that made my cock ache and my balls beg for release. They’d have to wait because there wasn’t a chance I’d come before I proved to her that she could orgasm a third time.
My shirt ended up on the floor. I wasn’t sure if I’d shrugged it off or if Jill had removed it, but from the feel of our naked bodies grinding together, our joint moans and gasps and cries of pleasure echoing off the walls, I lost it. As the first spurt of cum shot out of me, Jill thrust her hands into my hair and muttered, “Jesus Christ,” hotly in my ear. Her pussy vibrated along my shaft, milking every drop out of me.
I nestled my arms underneath her and lay there for a second, holding most of my weight back. What just happened? I’d never had a sexual experience like that in my life, and I’d had a lot of sex. Some great, some good, some forgettable, but that… I wasn’t sure my soul was still inside my body.
Sweat poured out of me as I withdrew. My balls still tingled with the aftermath of my second orgasm, and my dick twitched at the sight of Jill beneath me, her eyes sated, her hair mussed, her lips swollen and deliciously pink.
“Fuck me,” I rasped, rolling onto my back.
“I think I just did.” Jill coiled onto her side, her palm resting on my stomach. Even that faintest touch jolted my dick to life.
I was officially screwed. This woman, this vixen, owned me from the top of my head to the tip of my cock. For now. There was no forever. Not for me.
“I think you just rocked my world.”
“You think?” She gave me a teasing grin, her irises sparkling with a mischief that imprisoned me. “I need to up my game.”
I went for her waist, tickling her. “I never took you for the egotistical type.”
She squealed, kicking out with her legs and slapping at my hands. “And I never took you for a corpse, which you will be if you ever tickle me again.”
“Threats directly after three orgasms.” I tapped my lip. “Duly noted.”
She grinned. “Does that mean I’ll only get two next time?”
I arched a brow. “You’re pretty confident there’ll be a next time.”