Page 86 of Stroked Hard
She visibly gulps and continues to stare. I can’t help it. Her staring turns me on, causing me to grow right in front of her. She licks her lips and says, “That’s hot, Hollis.”
“What? My erection or breakfast,” I tease, feeling my cock start to throb from her attention.
“Your erection.” Reaching behind me, she turns off the stove, moves the pan to another burner, and then drops to her knees.
Oh shit. I back up to the counter, put my apple and spatula down, and lift her chin. “What are you doing?”
“I want to taste you.” Her beautiful green eyes stare up at me, pleading with me to let her. Hell, pretty sure if there was an earthquake right about now, I would still let her suck me off.
She doesn’t let me answer. Her small hands move up my thighs as my cock juts out at her, there is no controlling it. I grip the counter for support while her hands ride closer and closer to the prize. Shit, was this how it felt to her yesterday when I was teasing her? If so, I vow never to do it again.
Wait, that’s a lie. I would do it again, over and over because watching her lose her damn mind when I’m inches from licking her clit is a memory I’ll always keep.
When she reaches my dick, one of her hands gingerly cups my balls while the other starts playing with the length of my shaft. She uses the pre-cum as lubricant, stroking me languidly at first, exploring my length.
“Your hands feel amazing, baby,” I say, relaxing into the counter, loving the way she knows how to squeeze my balls in just the right way. I glance down and see her pink painted nails gripping my cock, a fucking fantasy come true.
Working faster, her mouth approaches my cock, and I swear I grow another inch from just the sight of her getting close to me. I groan when she licks the tip, the sensation hitting me all the way to my goddamn toes. Shit, I’m not going to last long.
Swirling the head of my cock, she continues to stare up at me, one hand on my length, the other on my balls. One swirl, two swirls . . . fuck me, and then she’s sucking me into the hot warmth of her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I shout, my entire body twitching from the onslaught she’s causing.
Sucking hard, she works her hand with her mouth, moving together in tandem, milking my damn cock to the point of no return. I can feel my orgasm fast approaching. I try to tamp it down, to scare it away, to think of something else other than the brilliantly beautiful woman kneeling before me.
Think of your uncle, think of your uncle.
Just when I get control over my impending orgasm, Melony moves the hand that’s gripping my balls toward my ass where she pushes on my perineum, jolting my hips forward and my cock deeper into her mouth. For a second she gags until she takes me just as deep.
My balls tighten up and my legs start to go numb.
Nope, not going to happen.
Before she can tell what’s happening, I disengage her from my cock and pick her up by the armpits and place her on the counter behind me. She’s in utter shock when I push her long shirt back exposing her bare pussy.
Oh, fuck me and her no-underwear policy. She is going to be the death of me.
“Your mouth is fucking wicked,” I say, kissing her deeply while grabbing the back of her neck.
“I didn’t finish.”
“I know.” I snake my hand up her thigh and test her readiness. She’s fucking soaking wet. Moving my mouth to her ear, I say, “I’m going to finish buried deep inside of you.” I finger her clit. She moans and spreads her legs even wider as her head rolls back, exposing her neck for me. I take advantage and press kisses along the column while continuing to move my finger over her clit, loving how slick she is.
My cock is hard as fuck, bumping against her legs, begging for entrance. I’m desperate to be inside her so I ask, “Can I enter you . . . bare?”
Her hands that are running up my arms to my shoulders freeze from my question. Tilting her head down, she looks me in the eyes, studying me. Please fucking say yes.
Her eyes soften and she nods. Unspoken words of trust resonate between us and it’s the first step toward the future I want with her.
With the go-ahead, I spread her and position my cock at her entrance. This was one of my fantasies I envisioned with her—fucking her on the kitchen counter. Check that box, because she’s about to come all over her marble counter if I have anything to do with it.
One quick thrust and I’m deep inside her, low moans coming from the both of us. I move my hips back and forth, feeling the raw sensation of having nothing between us. It’s fucking incredible. She’s so warm, so tight that I start to feel my orgasm take over once again.
“God, your cock is amazing.” It’s said on a whisper as her head flies back. She sure as hell knows how to stroke a man’s ego. “Yes, Hollis,” she says a little louder. “Please, harder.”
My baby asks for it, my baby gets it. Gripping her hips, I steady her as I pump hard inside her, my hips moving frantically, trying to hit that spot that makes me scream obscenities. My balls slap her thighs, my body is coated in sweat, and my muscles feel overexerted. I keep going, pounding into her until I feel her pussy starting to clench around me. Moving one hand between us, I press my thumb against her clit and lightly massage it.
She gets off with two grazes. “Oh, fuck me,” she says, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
