Page 37 of Dead Serious Case 5 Madame Vivienne
“You know.” I keep pressing soft, teasing kisses to his mouth. “We have a throne in the bedroom. How many people can say that?”
“Charles and Camilla?”
“Ew, are you trying to kill the mood?” I snort and press my forehead to his.
“Nope.” He grins and grasps my bum tighter.
My hands are already in his hair and my tongue in his mouth as he stands, lifting me effortlessly. Before I know it, we’re stumbling into the bedroom, all the while devouring each other.
“Fuck,” Danny groans against my mouth, panting. “What do you want?”
“Sit in that ridiculously ostentatious throne and let me do all the work.” I grin. “It’s the least I can do since you cooked me such a lovely romantic meal with fireproof table decorations.”
He crosses the room and drops down on the plush crimson cushions of the golden gilded throne, me still wrapped around him, as I kiss him fiercely.
My cock is hard and aching as I grind against his stomach. I writhe in his lap, feeling him deliciously hard beneath me.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I pant against his lips.
Danny pulls his mouth away and groans. “Tris.”
I scramble off his lap and drop to my knees on the carpet, spreading his thick, muscly thighs. I skim up the material of his sweats to grasp the waistband and he lifts his hips, so I strip them all the way off and sit back on my heels, just staring at the glorious perfection of my man.
Sprawled out naked on a throne, he looks like a debauched king, all power and sleek muscles and pure sex. His hair is tousled where I’ve run my impatient fingers through it and it hangs forward into his slumberous blue eyes. Pale pink, hardened nipples peek through the thick swath of dark blonde chest hair. His stomach is flat, a tiny trail of hair leading down to his gorgeous cock, which juts up hard and proud from a neat nest of dark blonde hair.
My mouth waters at the sight of that thick cock. I want to lean in and trail my tongue up the vein leading up to the fat head, which is already beaded with precum, but I’m not done admiring him yet.
His legs are spread, long and covered in a fine dusting of light-coloured hair. Looking at him now and seeing the desire burning in his eyes, my own cock throbs. This is the picture I want immortalised in paint. This is what I want to stare at for the rest of my life, not Paolo and his massive tool hanging on the wall in the other room.
But I’m far too jealous. I don’t want anyone else seeing Danny like this, this is for me only. He’smine.
“Tris,” he whispers, giving his cock a slow, languorous pump. Another pearl of moisture appears and I lean in and lick it up before it can slide over his fingers.
Danny hisses in pleasure and throws his head back as he lets go of his shaft. I replace his hand with my own, so I can fist the base and suck the plump head into my mouth. I take him deeper, then draw up slowly, and from the corner of my eye, I see his toes curl. Increasing the suction, I cup his balls with my other hand and massage them gently.
I’m lost in my own head space as I feast on the taste of him. Unhurried, I relish the groans that rumble from him as he raises his arms over his head and grips the back of the throne. I love watching his face, his head thrown back in pleasure and the ripples of his throat muscles as he cries out. But after a while, my glasses begin to steam up. I pull them off and toss them on the floor in irritation.
“And you… wonder… why… you keep… breaking them,” Danny pants.
I pull off, breathing hard, and give a wicked smile. “If you can still talk, then I’m clearly not trying hard enough.”
I swallow him back down almost to the root and he lets out a filthy moan.
“Fuck!” he pants.
I suck him hard and fast, taking him deep. My throat’s probably going to be sore tomorrow but I don’t care. I’m soturned on with him in my mouth and his cries of pleasure filling the room. My own neglected dick throbs painfully and I’m pretty sure there’s a wet patch at the front of my sweatpants, but I ignore it. All I can focus on is Danny and his pleasure. I press my finger to his taint and massage firmly as I take him deep and swallow around the head, and then it’s game over.
His fingers tangle in my curls to grip my head and he thrusts into my mouth as he comes hard. The salty taste of him fills my mouth and I swallow a couple of times before I pull back and lick the tip clean.
My heart pounds as I try to catch my breath, but Danny leans forward and lifts me onto him so I’m straddling his lap once again. He rips my sweatpants down around my thighs and wraps his hot hand around my aching dick.
This time it’s me throwing my head back to give the sluttiest groan I think I’ve ever managed. My balls pulse and I’m so close to the edge that if he breathes on me the wrong way, I’ll come.
“Fuck my fist. I want to see you come all over me,” he demands in his deepest, sexiest tone and holy hell, that alone nearly pushes me across the finish line.
But I’m helpless not to accede to his demands. I drive my hips forward, my cock shuttling through the tight, delicious grip of his fist. I clench his hair and lean in to kiss him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth so he can taste himself.
He swipes the pad of his thumb over the sensitive head of my cock and I can’t hold back. My orgasm rips through me as I grind against him and ribbons of come shoot up his stomach to mat in his chest hair.