Page 84 of Keep Vegas

We don’t even finish making the bed before I throw her on it. I light a twenty-dollar single-scent candle which smells pretty great. I whip her dress off to finally see her soft and beautiful skin. Her body will always make me weak in the knees and hard in the cock.

“Mak. Someday, I’d like to savor you but —”

She whips off her thong and bra, wraps herself around me, and silences me with her lips. She undoes my zipper to grasp my dick. “Fuck, I love the way you claim my cock.”

“And I love how hard you are for me.” She squeezes slightly as I shed my pants and boxers. I’m still in my suit jacket and button-down. She doesn’t care as she kisses my neck and strokes me. I dip my fingers and find her ready for me. She groans as I gather some of that delicious juice and rub it all over her clit.

We’re a series of groans and moans as we finger, stroke, and grope each other. She pulls away and I leap on the bed, shedding my jacket and shirt as I go. She crawls up like a tiger stalking her prey, and there are no words as she deep throats me in one try. My head is spinning and, fuck, it’s so good as she swirls her tongue over my slit. I’m dripping into her mouth. She swallows not only my pre-cum but most of me down. Her hand pumping what her lips and throat cannot take. She’s humming slightly as she grasps my balls in her other hand. The pressure of that followed by her flat tongue on my shaft is too great. Fuck.

“Mak, I won’t. Shit. I can’t.” She pumps my cock as she bobs up and down while I watch her tits swing. Every time she looks up at me, I see in her eyes how badly she wants me to come for her. I see it and I’m happy to oblige.

I fist her dark hair back so I can watch her suck my cock. I buck my hips to get deeper and control anything about this moment. She moans and I realize she wants me to fuck her mouth.

“Good girl, my dirty little witch. Suck me down. Fuck. Don’t move. Let me do what I want to that mouth.”

She pops off for a second and says, “Do whatever you want, I just want to swallow all you can give me.”

“Jesus. Get those lips back on my dick. Yeah. That’s it.” I take her head and push to the back of her throat and pull out again. Her tongue trying to get out of my way is even hotter as she drools. She tugs again on my balls when I thrust back in, and I’m fucking gone.

“Makenzie. That fucking mouth is so hot. Suck. Take my cock down your throat. I want to bump the back of it. Come on.” She moves her hand to her clit. It’s more than I can bear.

“Make yourself come while I come down your pretty throat.” I buck hard and she moans louder as her fingers find their way inside of her. “Look at you making us both come. Jesus. So fucking hot. I’m coming.”

She moans loudly as her eyes water and it shoots out of me without warning. She groans and swallows it all down. I can’t stop. My cock is jerking inside her mouth. Waves of pleasure rippling through me as I lose all sense of reality. I pry my eyes open to see her fucking her own hand as she pulls off my cock. She pauses, wipes her lips, then snakes her hand back towards her pussy.

“Up here, little witch, bring your mess to me.” Her eyes are dark and full of lust. I lick my lips and prepare to be sat on.

She holds onto the headboard. “Down. NOW.” I bark at her and her dripping, glorious pussy finds its way to my tongue. I dive in like a starved man and her first words without my cock in her mouth are enough to almost get me hard again.

“Make me come. Please. Please don’t stop. Fuck. Spear me. Tony.” I find her clit while my tongue fucks her waiting slit. I’ve eaten a million things worth talking about, but this will always be my favorite meal. Her pussy deserves a feature on the Cookery it’s so fucking perfect and delicious.

Thrusting into her as she rocks back and forth fucking my face. Hell yeah. I feel her tense up, and then, in a burst of expletives and my name, she spasms on my tongue. Her body rumbles with passion and pleasure.

“OH, MY FUCKING GOD. Tony. Tony. Ahh. Fuck. Shit. Holy shit. Fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

And she shivers violently and flops forward. She leans backward and slumps onto her back like a scarecrow missing some stuffing. I get up and rinse my face off while grabbing a washcloth for her.

She exhales loudly. “That was fun.”

“Not as much fun as Target but it will do.”

“If I had any command over my body, I’d flip you off, but I don’t, because that was a write-home-about orgasm.”

“You want to write to your parents to tell them how good I am at eating you out? You’re weird,” I joke.

She huffs as if it’s the only laugh she can get out. I clean her up and wipe the corners of her mouth. Then I toss the scratchy washcloth across the bed and curl up next to her, regretting we didn’t buy towels. She drapes a leg over me, and we stay entwined and silent for a while. I’ve never been more satisfied in my life. Not just because of the blow job but her. I might get to keep her this time.

“Mak, I’m serious.”

“About what?” she whispers while twirling my chest hair between her fingers.

“There’s love, and then there’s this. It’s bigger. Like there should be a word for just us that lets the world know everyone else is fooling themselves if they don’t feel this.”

“Like a universe of love,” she offers up.

“An expanding galaxy of love.”

“I don’t need everyone to know and get up in our business about inventing a bigger love. There will be clinical trials and tests and papers written. It will all get tedious.”