Wicked Burn

Ah, Christ, he’d been so right. Her mouth was made for sucking cock. Her mouth was made for sucking his cock.

His fingers sank down into her soft hair, pressing against her skull as he began to thrust between her lips, subtly at first . . . just tiny electrical pulsations. But her strong suck drew him deeper. So he gave it to her.

Yeah, he was a greedy bastard when it came to Niall.

He rocked against her more strongly, insisting she take him deep. When she did, sliding the tip of his cock into her muscular throat, Vic’s eyes sprang open in ecstasy. He groaned gutturally when she slid him out sinuously until the head of his cock was trapped by tight lips, but before he could protest, she took him deep again. She repeated the process again and again until he became frantic with mounting need.

“Yeah that’s right, suck me deep with that pretty mouth,” he rasped mindlessly.

His eyes popped open moments later when he felt her move his cock so that she was taking him more shallowly in her mouth. He realized how forcefully he’d been thrusting his cock into her throat when he saw the tears that wet her cheeks.

Still, she was hungry and horny for him. He could tell by the way she bobbed her head over him so rapidly and hummed a tune of pure satisfaction in her throat, vibrating his cock clear to the root, making his spine tingle with excitement. She gave the meaty head a healthy slap with her tongue on each outstroke. She made such an erotic picture with her soft, wavy blonde hair framing her face, her red lips stretched wide over his girth, her bare breasts trembling delicately as she moved back and forth on him, the nipples pulled tight and hard.

When he felt her small hand caress his inner thigh and then cup a testicle, massaging him gently, Vic reached his limit. He immobilized her head with his hands and began to pump between her straining lips, deeper and deeper with each stroke.

“If you’re going to tease, you’re going to have to pay the price. Suck it good and hard, sweet Niall.”

Tendrils of excitement rippled in Niall’s lower belly, making her clit burn. Her nipples tightened painfully. Vic’s raw language and actions during sex turned her on like nothing she’d ever known. Perhaps it was crude, but it also struck her as being the most honest communication she’d ever heard in her life.

He began to buck wildly into her mouth, the head of his cock massaging her throat. She gripped his ass with one hand, enthralled by the density of the large, tensing muscle as he fucked her mouth furiously. Niall knew that he wouldn’t let go of her head until he shot off in her mouth.

She didn’t want him to.

She loved him like this, so wild, unrestrained . . . raw. It was like having a beautiful, untamed animal allow her to ride him. Pride mixed with her arousal that she was able to pleasure him so greatly that he lost all sense of restraint.

She felt his penis swell noticeably in her mouth. He clutched her head, keeping her in place. His body shuddered violently.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he muttered almost incoherently and began to fill her mouth and throat with his creamy, musky cum.

Niall continued to suck and lick him long after the last burst of semen spilled on her tongue. His taste excited her to a fever pitch.

Vic opened his eyes. His cock was still stiff in Niall’s mouth. She looked up at him with those big eyes and he smiled. He distantly recalled telling her to suck that cock hard, little girl. Vic had a habit of saying some pretty outrageous things when he was horny—they just sort of spilled out of his mouth—and it had occasionally gotten him into trouble with women. Jenny especially hadn’t appreciated it, given the seriousness of their relationship. She’d called him a pervert on more than one occasion. Toward the end of their relationship he had refrained from speaking at all during sex.

So he was glad to see that Niall didn’t seem to mind his language. She looked incredibly sexy slurping away at his cock like a starved waif who had been given a rare treat.

For a few seconds Vic seriously considered letting her bring him off all over again. But no . . . another time. He drew his partial erection out of her warm mouth, grimacing in agonized pleasure when he heard the moist popping noise his cock made when the thick rim cleared her tight lips. He put his hands on her shoulders and raised her to her feet.

“Get undressed,” he muttered gruffly. But when she hastily began to unfasten her jeans, he stopped her with a hand on her jaw.

She moaned softly into his mouth when he lowered his head and gave her a slow hot, open-mouthed kiss. His fingers came up to pluck and pinch her right nipple. His other hand lightly skimmed the bare skin at her waist, causing her to shiver.

Vic forced himself to release Niall’s erect nipple, determined to make love to her for once while they were both completely naked. He’d never even gotten his jeans all the way off the other day, he thought with amused self-disgust.

“Go on,” Vic prodded with a grin when he lifted his head and Niall just continued to stare up at him with a dazed expression. He brushed aside a tendril of silky hair from her cheek. She was so lovely. She didn’t seem to have the vaguest interest in playing the bedroom sophisticate, but she seduced him constantly with her desire-glazed eyes, her total response to his touch, and her sweet but paradoxically scorching hot smiles.

And innocent, elfin appearance or no, she’d just deep throated his cock like no woman ever had before.

Niall blinked at the sound of his amused voice. Her hands trembled in excitement as she unzipped the leather boots she’d been wearing with her jeans and peeled off her socks. Color flushed her cheeks, making him wonder if she was embarrassed about undressing in front of him. Her sexy smile when she glanced up and saw that he was already sprawled nude on the bed, his back propped against the headboard, belied self-consciousness in a big way, however.