MAVERICK
I denied him sex last night. I woke up before him with the guilt settling in my chest. Right now, the only thing I wanted to do was make it up to him.
Lake was only in his boxers, giving me easy access to do what pleased him.
With my heart racing in anticipation, I slightly tugged his boxers down his thighs, and his semi-erect cock came free. I positioned myself, gripped it with my hand, and began stroking, and it instantly hardened in my palm, so intimidating and thick.
Lake stirred, inhaling an audible breath. I opened my mouth, flattened my tongue, and licked him from its base to its head.
“Baby.” A groan of satisfaction rumbled from his chest, and his fingers slid right into my hair, massaging my scalp. Then I sucked his balls into my mouth and drew back.
“Fuck, baby.” His grip tightened around my hair, his thighs trembling, and his chest rose and fell. I could tell that he liked it. And I liked it too.
I felt the wetness between my thighs, and the ache throbbing on my clit intensified. Instead of teasing him, I pushed him into my mouth, taking him as far as I could, and then I pulled back, pumping him with my palm, repeating it over and over again, making him moan.