neon sign outside shining through the window. The both of them still clothed, his cock thrusting out from the fly of his jeans, and Stephanie on bended knee, licking him. The appreciative glow in her eyes as she watched him made him want to soar. Made him want to beat his chest and call himself a real man.
Heady stuff. Unusually heady and so damn fast. He never felt this way about a woman. Especially one he just met.
Ever.
Her lips wrapped around the crown of his cock, drawing him into the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. Her tongue washed over him, slick and fast and her hand still stroked him nice and slow. Her combined moves already had his balls drawing up tight against his body, the familiar tingling starting at the base of his spine, the base of his cock.
He was gonna blow and soon. Like an inexperienced loser who had no control around a woman.
But it wasn’t his fault, it was her. Stephanie. She made him feel out of control. He never lost it with a woman, he’d always prided himself on the control he showed no matter what the situation. Out on the playing field or with the media, at public appearances, in bed with a beautiful woman.
He had a sexual pattern and he always followed it to the letter. It was all about the woman. Stroke her, both figuratively and physically, make her feel good with words and touches and she’d return the favor. Once it was over, he was done. Long-term relationships weren’t a part of his life, they never had been since he was a child.
He shook his head to stop his mind from wandering. Needing to focus on what Stephanie was doing to him versus thinking about the past.
He’d always been about the here and now. And lately his here and now sucked.
Until Stephanie had run into him and knocked him off his axis.
She sucked him deeper between her lips, her hand moving to cradle his balls in her palm. Bobbing on him, she drew him in and out of her mouth and her tongue did a quick sweep with her every stroke. Reaching down he tore the elastic from her hair and the dark strands fell all around her face. He threaded his fingers in her hair, clutching either side of her head and gently thrust inside of her mouth.
Her little murmurs of pleasure encouraged him and he fucked her mouth, bringing himself closer and closer to orgasm. Her lips tightened, her tongue wet and warm and teasing and when her fingers slipped beyond his balls to press the extra sensitive flesh there, he was done for.
“I’m gonna come,” he growled, wanting to warn her. He rarely met a woman who liked to swallow.
She nodded fiercely, taking him as deep as he could go and he came with a shout, his semen spurting out of him in strong, shuddering gushes. Making his limbs heavy, making him weak as he came and came until he wanted to collapse from exhaustion.
Stephanie finally withdrew from him once his shudders decreased, her glistening lips curved in a serene smile. His hands still clutched her head and he cradled her face, staring down at her in quiet amazement.
“Did you like that?” she whispered.
His thumbs stroked her cheeks. As if she had to ask. “I fucking loved it.”
Nothing like brutal honesty as a compliment.
Her smile grew. “Can you help me up? The carpet’s kind of thin and my knees are killing me.”
He took her hands and brought her to her feet, hauling her close so he could kiss her. He couldn’t stop kissing her, really. His cock swelled once more, unbelievable but true.
Just like that, he wanted her again. Though this time, he wanted to be inside her. And not some quick fuck either. He wanted to take his time and search her body, learn what she liked. Teach her what he liked.
“I’m starving,” she murmured against his hungry lips.
Justin paused and moved away from her. “Do you still want to go to dinner?”
A giggle escaped her and she nodded, looping her arms around his neck. “Aren’t you hungry? I had no idea orgasms gave a person such an appetite.”
His immediate plans
Heady stuff. Unusually heady and so damn fast. He never felt this way about a woman. Especially one he just met.
Ever.
Her lips wrapped around the crown of his cock, drawing him into the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. Her tongue washed over him, slick and fast and her hand still stroked him nice and slow. Her combined moves already had his balls drawing up tight against his body, the familiar tingling starting at the base of his spine, the base of his cock.
He was gonna blow and soon. Like an inexperienced loser who had no control around a woman.
But it wasn’t his fault, it was her. Stephanie. She made him feel out of control. He never lost it with a woman, he’d always prided himself on the control he showed no matter what the situation. Out on the playing field or with the media, at public appearances, in bed with a beautiful woman.
He had a sexual pattern and he always followed it to the letter. It was all about the woman. Stroke her, both figuratively and physically, make her feel good with words and touches and she’d return the favor. Once it was over, he was done. Long-term relationships weren’t a part of his life, they never had been since he was a child.
He shook his head to stop his mind from wandering. Needing to focus on what Stephanie was doing to him versus thinking about the past.
He’d always been about the here and now. And lately his here and now sucked.
Until Stephanie had run into him and knocked him off his axis.
She sucked him deeper between her lips, her hand moving to cradle his balls in her palm. Bobbing on him, she drew him in and out of her mouth and her tongue did a quick sweep with her every stroke. Reaching down he tore the elastic from her hair and the dark strands fell all around her face. He threaded his fingers in her hair, clutching either side of her head and gently thrust inside of her mouth.
Her little murmurs of pleasure encouraged him and he fucked her mouth, bringing himself closer and closer to orgasm. Her lips tightened, her tongue wet and warm and teasing and when her fingers slipped beyond his balls to press the extra sensitive flesh there, he was done for.
“I’m gonna come,” he growled, wanting to warn her. He rarely met a woman who liked to swallow.
She nodded fiercely, taking him as deep as he could go and he came with a shout, his semen spurting out of him in strong, shuddering gushes. Making his limbs heavy, making him weak as he came and came until he wanted to collapse from exhaustion.
Stephanie finally withdrew from him once his shudders decreased, her glistening lips curved in a serene smile. His hands still clutched her head and he cradled her face, staring down at her in quiet amazement.
“Did you like that?” she whispered.
His thumbs stroked her cheeks. As if she had to ask. “I fucking loved it.”
Nothing like brutal honesty as a compliment.
Her smile grew. “Can you help me up? The carpet’s kind of thin and my knees are killing me.”
He took her hands and brought her to her feet, hauling her close so he could kiss her. He couldn’t stop kissing her, really. His cock swelled once more, unbelievable but true.
Just like that, he wanted her again. Though this time, he wanted to be inside her. And not some quick fuck either. He wanted to take his time and search her body, learn what she liked. Teach her what he liked.
“I’m starving,” she murmured against his hungry lips.
Justin paused and moved away from her. “Do you still want to go to dinner?”
A giggle escaped her and she nodded, looping her arms around his neck. “Aren’t you hungry? I had no idea orgasms gave a person such an appetite.”
His immediate plans
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