Tristan (The Kendall Family #1) by Randi Everheart Page A

the feel of his soft, firm butt making her wet. The pants and underwear came down, too, and he sat back down. Her hands then yanked downward so that his cock and balls sprang free in one wild, exuberant motion. His clothes came completely off to leave him naked from the waist down, both socks caught in the violent act. Victoria threw the socks to the floor and watched in amazement as Tristan’s big cock slowly stopped swinging from side to side to stand at full length, a bead of moisture on the tip. It beckoned her tongue, the thought of tasting him sending a jolt to her pussy.
    Her eyes dilated and she slid both hands up his thighs, pushing them apart. He let her, surrendering his manhood. With his unhurt arm on the side where she stood, he slipped that hand under her open robe to lightly brush the hard peak of her nipple, causing her to shudder.
    “Time for revenge for this morning,” she whispered.
    “You’re supposed to be nice to me.”
    “Oh, this will be nice.”
    Victoria could tease, too, so instead of licking off the growing globule of precum on his penis, she exhaled hot breath all over his balls and up his shaft, then blew a cooler stream back down as he groaned. Her moist tongue snaked out to lightly lick his full sac on the right side, then left, and then firmly straight up the middle before going to one testicle. She slurped it into her mouth, and when he cupped her breast, she could no longer stand it and swallowed both of his balls up, her mouth suddenly greedy with need to devour him. She suckled him for a minute as more precum oozed down his cock and she played with his sensitive inner thighs.
    Finally she took the base of his shaft in one hand, gently squeezing it again and again. She licked her way to the top while his manhood flared. Her tongue reached the sensitive underside of his head and flicked around it before she suddenly engulfed the engorged tip in her smoldering, wet lips. The familiar sweet taste of his seed was like the nectar of the gods. She rocked her head side to side, letting the motion stimulate him. He shuddered, forgetting to caress her heavy globes for a moment as he lost all sense of space and time, which had slowed with the agonizing pace of her attentions.
    “You’re better at this than I remember,” he observed.
    “I’ve had a lot of time to fantasize,” she replied, before licking him.
    “About me?”
    “Maybe.”
    Without warning, she pulled her hand away and thrust her mouth down on him, all the way to his pubic bone, her lips pumping at the base as her tongue undulated against the underside. Tristan cried out and involuntarily thrust upward, as if any more of him could possibly fit in her mouth. Victoria was a deep-throat artist without compare, the years without practice having not lessened her skill set in the slightest. If anything, her dirty imagination had sprung to life even more without anyone to play with. But play wasn’t on her mind now. Just lust so hot that her mouth threatened to melt his hard cock back down to size, but for now, he swelled inside her so big that she nearly gagged.
    “Oh shit,” said Tristan. “I forgot what that feels like.”
    He lifted her hair out of the way to let her concentrate on destroying his sanity—and so he could watch that beautiful, angelic face of hers contort into demonic, ravenous lust, like a succubus who has found her eternal partner. He softly cried out again and again, almost whimpering, as she began sliding her slick mouth up and down his penis, alternating the pressure from feather light to vise-clamp hard, and the speed from torture-chamber slow to tornado fast.
    Suddenly Tristan sucked in a huge breath as a tremendous pressure gathered in his balls. From his scalp to his fingers and toes, his body lit up as the orgasm built in fury. Then it ripped through him as his cock exploded, his hot, milky seed flooding Victoria’s mouth and throat with such volume that it poured out the side of her lips despite