Sweet Cravings by Eva LeFoy Read Free Book Online

kneeled, unbuttoning his pants so I could shove them down. Silk boxers, not briefs, I noted with interest, and immediately pushed them out of the way in my quest for his glory. When the full length of him sprang free, my mouth sang hallelujah. I wrapped my lips around the swollen head and sucked.
    Down below, his cell phone rang in his pocket. Nobody made a move to grab it.
    One of his big paws landed on the side of my head, guiding me to take more of him, while his other hand closed around the base of his cock and held it steady, offering a better angle toward my mouth. I appreciated his thoughtfulness and dug my fingers into his ass to press his hips forward as a thank-you. His cock advanced until it hit the back of my throat. I laid my cheek against his right thigh, enjoying the slight scratchiness of leg hair and the warmth of his skin against mine.
    His sharp intake of air had me smiling so wide in satisfaction I had to focus to keep suction. I used my hands to rock his hips toward me, forward and back, letting him relax and enjoy while I kept the pace. His fingers grasped my hair as my lips caressed his firm, wet cock. As if in a dream, I could hear him talking, warning me, saying he was going to come, but I didn’t stop. I wanted this to happen. Wanted, needed to know I could make him lose control as easily as he could make me. Greedy for his moans of rapture, I snuggled my face into his thigh, urged his hips closer, and swallowed the moment his cock bumped the back of my throat
    His legs spread apart, muscles squeezing as his hips jutted out, plunging his swollen penis down my throat. I could feel the tension shoot from his thighs to tighten his balls seconds before his rapid pants gave way to a carnal cry. He doubled over, body clenching, one hand clawing at the wall and the other at the back of his head. I continued to suck and lick and lavish while his shouts settled to raw, moaning pants and his body shook through the last of his spasms because I was just having too much fun to stop. But eventually he eased me away and down onto the lime-green-and-navy rug in the middle of my kitchen floor.
    “Now it’s my turn.”
    I smiled and surrendered as his weight pressed down on me, giving him total control over my body. I hadn’t been this happy in a long time, and I didn’t really mind the fact I was giving my trust to a man I hardly knew. Somehow, I doubted the man with hands that could whip eggs into ambrosia was a stark-raving killer. Call me crazy, but as his fingers pushed my shirt over my head and then my pants and undies down, I laid there and simply wanted. Wanted him. Trusted him.
    He picked up my calorie-laden hips as though they weighed nothing and raised both my feet to his shoulders. Oh this was too good to be true. When his mouth met my clit, I curled my fingers into the rug and screamed. A few licks and he had my legs shaking. A few more and I wantonly pressed my sex against his tongue and moaned his name. God, I needed this. A no-holds-barred complete earth-shattering orgasm hit me a moment later. The world blurred into nothingness for long, long seconds afterward. I was pretty sure I’d never need cream puffs again.
    In a daze, I felt him lower my hips, but keep my legs around his waist. I glanced up at this arrangement and heartily approved. The angle of penetration was good, but even better, we both got to engage in mutual nipple fondling until we were breathless and panting. Under my touch his cock grew firmer and lengthened, his thrusts became firmer and faster. Finally, he gripped my hip with one hand so he could barrel in deeper and gripped my breast harder with the other.
    The increased pressure elicited a moan of both pain and pleasure from me, and I pinched his juicy nipples harder in retribution. His nostrils flared and he arched his back, his total surrender to pleasure obvious. The sight pulsed adrenaline and heat through my core, and my limbs went heavy as lead.
    On his next drive, I