The Mating Game by Elizabeth Lapthorne

wickedly, enjoying the momentary vision of how he must see her, practically kneeling in front of him in the supplicant’s position, breasts up in offering, her face right in front of his huge cock.
    As Dominic hastily kicked aside the pants, Mary revised her plans. She had been going to drag him into his bedroom and have her wicked way with him, but something about the heat and glitter in his eyes had her rethinking her plans.
    She knelt fully on the carpeted floor, catching her balance by grabbing the back of his thighs. She felt a momentary spurt of pride as surprise flared in his eyes. Surprise and heat. Having one up on this man was fun, but more, a challenge she adored.
    “Mary—”
    “Shhh…” she soothed, carefully pulling down the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts.
    With barely a whisper of sound, they fell to the floor. They were a surprising, bright splash of color against the blackness of his pants and shirt.
    Mary tried hard not to gape as his cock sprang free. Heavy and thick, it exceeded all her midnight fantasies and dreams. He stood proudly at attention, declaring for all the world to see how she affected him. For just a second she wallowed in the knowledge that she could turn him on, that she had brought this reaction to him—not some other skinny bimbo whom he would screw senseless and forget the next morning.
    Teasingly, she puffed her hot breath over him, enjoying the slight twitches her heat brought to his cock. She could swear he was still growing thicker and longer, but up so close it could just be a part of her imagination.
    “Mary—” he groaned, obviously reaching the point of no return.
    Mary smiled. “Yes?” she panted, letting the heat of that one word flow over his cock. She licked her lips, moistening them as she looked up into Dominic’s eyes.
    He could tell she was letting him watch her prepare herself to take him deep inside her mouth.
    Drawing out that last moment until she knew he was about to drag her head closer to him, she smiled. “Are you safe?” she inquired, half listening but too eager for him to be truly worried.
    “Yes, totally, will show you the doctor’s certificate later if you want. Just please —”
    Quickly, she leaned forward, swallowing as much of him as she could without gagging. The hoarse shout from Dominic spurred her on. Sucking hard, she bobbed her head, taking more of him. Arching her eyebrows, she watched the play of emotions cross his face.
    Surprise, pleasure—and then a fierce restraint.
    Mary swiped the tip of his cock with her tongue. Reaching her hands up, she began to fondle his balls.
    “Oh, shit—” he choked, clasping his hands to the back of her head.
    Mary gently rolled his balls with one hand, while stroking the little bit of his shaft she couldn’t swallow with her other. Fisting him, pumping him, she worked him into a wild, reckless frenzy. Quicker and quicker she moved on him, pleased to feel him cant his hips so he thrust deeper into her mouth.
    As she worked, the sounds of his moans and that unique slurping sound that only oral sex can produce filled the air. Mary constantly looked up to Dominic’s face, eager to see his pleasure radiating from him, enveloping him as she sucked on him.
    She swirled her tongue over his tip, enjoying the salty tang of his pre-cum. As she felt his balls tighten and rise slightly, Mary continued to pump him, wanting to thrust him over the orgasm that sat just out of reach for him.
    As Dominic started to cry out, he tightened his hands in her curls. His head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy, he grabbed the back of her head, pulling her even lower down his shaft. His hips pressed forward, desperate to thrust deeper inside her. She smiled and relaxed her throat muscles, as eager to swallow him as he was to be swallowed.
    Still gently rolling his balls, she could feel the hardness grow in them until he finally cried out, spewing jet after jet of scalding hot cum down her throat. She easily