“Sorry, I decided to only go twenty miles over the speed limit.”
“Very responsible, and very surprising coming from a man who drives like an eighty-year-old.”
We grinned at each other from across the room, and then he pounced.
He was in front of me before I could blink. His large hands gripped my ass, bringing me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms looped around his neck, our lips meeting in a hungry kiss.
Our tongues tested each other’s strength. We kissed while he kneaded my ass, his giant steps bringing us into my room. He lowered us down to the mattress, not breaking our kiss.
“You have too many clothes on,” I rasped out while he trailed his tongue down my neck, nipping my collarbone.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be naked,” he answered, pulling away and reaching behind his back to yank his shirt off.
“I could go put on pants if you’d like,” I teased.
“Only if you don’t mind me ripping them to get to this.” He cupped my heated pussy with his hand.
I arched off the bed at the touch, making him smile a devilish smile that made me hotter.
“I didn’t think so.” He stood, and I memorized the beauty that was Mr. Easton without a shirt on. His muscles were defined, as if he used a ruler to get each line straight. His hands went to his grey sweatpants.
Grey sweatpants.
“Wait,” I cried out, stopping him from shucking the man lingerie to the floor.
He quirked an eyebrow.
“I was distracted when you came in. I didn’t notice you wore something slutty for me.” Licking my lips, I traced the large bulge pressing against his sweatpants.
He indulged me for a minute before getting impatient. “Are you just going to stare at me all day or can I please fuck you? My balls are very close to exploding.”
“You may proceed.”
“So noble.”
His pants hit the floor with a woosh, or maybe that was my breath leaving my lungs. His cock stood proud, and it should have been proud. It was large and girthy, its head glistening with a bead of precum.
I licked my lips, wishing I’d done jaw stretches before he’d showed up, because fuck.
He grabbed his cock and pointed it at me. “You look hungry.”
I crawled to him on all fours. He met me at the side of the bed. Without any hesitation, I sucked the tip into my mouth, savoring the salty taste of Mr. Easton.
My eyes rolled back in my head when I took him in my mouth as far as I could, gagging a little when he hit the back of my throat. He continued to pump his shaft while I slowly sucked him in and back out. Tears streamed down my face while I tried over and over again to get him farther down my throat.
I glanced up and he was staring at me, his face tight with desire.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he growled.
I almost came when he swiped a tear off my cheek, licking it off his finger.
I moaned from watching him devour my tears. His hands traveled down my spine, until he was gripping my ass, continuing to pump inside of my mouth. We were both groaning when he rode my face, his hands holding onto my ass like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
He smacked my ass lightly before pulling out of my mouth with a loud pop.
“Hey, I was enjoying that,” I whined, staring at his glistening erection.
“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll fuck your mouth again.”