Licking his lips again, he pointed to couch and said, “Lie down, Jane. And spread your legs wide for me. I want to taste that sweet pu**y of yours.”
Her blue eyes flashed with excitement. Without a word, she moved to the couch and sank down on the cushions. And spread her legs just as he’d requested. Becker’s pulse drummed in his ears as he sank to his knees in front of her. Her pu**y was slick with arousal, her clit swollen and in need of his tongue. Rearranging the enormous bulge in his pants, Becker dipped his head to take his first taste. It was as sweet as he’d imagined, the feminine scent of her flooding his senses and making him dizzy with need.
He dragged his tongue over her, flicked it against her clit then licked down her wet slit toward her opening. Jane gasped as he plunged his tongue inside her. “You like that?” he muttered, pulling back.
“Yes…God, yes.”
He f**ked her with his tongue again, enjoying the breathy moans that slipped out of her mouth, loving the way she pressed her hands on his head, pushed him closer. Becker wasn’t new at going down on women, but licking Jane was a mind-blowing experience. His c**k throbbed as he teased her pu**y, licking, suckling on her clit, nipping at her inner thighs. Her clit pulsed under his tongue, her thighs clenched and released. She was getting close. He captured her clit between his lips and sucked on it as if it were a juicy piece of candy. Jane exploded.
Her hot juices coated his mouth, his lips, his chin, as she lost herself in orgasm. Becker’s heart was pounding as he kept working her pu**y with his tongue, drawing every last drop of pleasure from her body.
When he finally lifted his head, Jane was trembling like crazy. Her blue eyes were glazed, her full br**sts heaving from the aftershocks of release.
“You are way too good at that,” she squeezed out.
Smiling, Becker rose to his feet, already reaching for his T-shirt. He pulled it over his head and threw it aside, then tackled his jeans and boxers. Naked, he bent down and lifted her into his arms. Jane yelped. “Where are we going?”
“Bed.” One word. It was all he was capable of formulating. Lust had taken over, and he could barely see straight as he carried Jane into the bedroom and deposited her on the king-size bed.
She propped herself up on her elbows, a small smile curving her mouth. Her gaze rested on his cock, which was harder than ever and giving her a full salute. “Is that for me?” she asked, the smile widening.
“All for you,” he confirmed.
She scooted to the edge of the bed where he stood and reached for his dick, her warm hands encircling it. Becker’s breath hitched. She teased his sensitive underside with her fingers then leaned forward to lick the drop of precome at his tip. Becker groaned.
“You like that?” she asked, mimicking his earlier taunt.
“I’d like it more if you wrapped your lips around my cock,” he ground out.
She did exactly that, her soft laughter vibrating along his shaft. Heat enveloped his cock, and his balls tightened as Jane’s hot, wet mouth moved over him. She sucked him as if her only goal in life was to bring him off, swirling her tongue over his tip then taking him so deep in her mouth he was practically down her throat. “Fuck. Yes,” he hissed out. “Just like that, baby.”
Jane was making sexy little sounds in the back of her throat as she sucked on his cock. She was loving it, and damn, so was he. The hot suction of her mouth felt like heaven, and when she cupped his balls with one hand and squeezed, not so gently, he nearly shot his load.
With a groan, he pried his dick out of her eager mouth, eliciting a disappointed pout from Jane’s sexy swollen lips. “I wasn’t done,” she complained.
He grabbed the condom he’d left on the end table and put it on. “I would’ve been, if you kept sucking me off like that.” He pushed her onto the mattress, so she was flat on her back, and climbed on top of her. “And I’d rather come inside you.”
Before she could reply, he slid his c**k into her to the hilt. Jane let out a cry of delight, then wrapped her arms around him and stroked the sides of his arms. He winced as she made contact with his puckered bullet wound. She immediately dropped her hand, her blue eyes filling with concern. “Oh, God, are you okay? I keep forgetting you got shot!”
He smiled faintly. “I keep forgetting too. Whenever you’re around, all I seem able to do is this.” He pumped into her, emphasizing his point.
“We can stop. If your arm hurts, we should stop.”
“My arm doesn’t hurt.” He bent down and sank his teeth into her shoulder, then licked away the sting. “My cock, on the other hand, will hurt something fierce if I don’t come soon.”
Jane shoved her hands on the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss. “Well, we can’t have that.” She swept her tongue over his bottom lip then bit it, sending a jolt of pleasure to his groin. “Come on, Beck, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Chuckling, he grabbed her hands and shoved them over her head, locking her wrists together. Then he thrust into her, hard, fast, meeting the seductive challenge she’d tossed out and making demands of his own. “You first,” he muttered as his hips pounded into her. “Come for me, Jane. I want to feel you coming all over my dick.”
She gasped from each sharp thrust, each dirty word. Her inner muscles kept squeezing his cock, her pu**y so wet he could feel her juices sliding down to his testicles, soaking them. “Fuck, that’s it, Jane, I feel that pu**y throbbing, you’re close, aren’t you?”