Page 7 of Penalty Shot

“Say ‘yes, sir,’” I order because I want to hear it again. I want to hear it all fucking night.

Elise, still on all fours, looks over her shoulder and says “yes, sir,” in a voice even more sultry than before.

I’m about to shut the curtains when Elise lifts her hand to stall me. “Don’t close them. I like seeing you.”

We can be seen by anyone across the street.

“You like being watched, Elise? Does that turn you on?”

“No one is watching,” she says.

“But they might.”

“They might,” she repeats with a mischievous grin.

The windows’ drapes are fully open, so the city lights cast a glow over everything. Light reflects in her eyes, and it’s a little hard to breathe. She’s so damn stunning, hair splayed on a pillow and eyes blazing.

“I like seeing you, too,” I say while positioning myself between her legs. Lowering myself slowly, I press my cock against her wet, cotton underwear.

Caging her in, I’m fascinated by how perfectly we fit. We kiss, a little more tenderly this time, although the heat is relentless. She tastes like honey and smells of flowers. I can’t get enough.

Elise’s legs wrap around my lower back, positioning her soaked cleft against my cock. The only barrier is this white piece of cotton that I could probably tear with one push of my hips. She’s so wet I can feel her arousal from my tip to my balls.

Reaching around, I remove her bra to expose round, palm-sized breasts. I devour her like I haven’t eaten in days, relishing the hard candy of her nipples and the supple give of a breast when I fit all of it in my mouth. Flowers and honey and silk crowd my senses as I suck and lick and nibble.

She’s chanting, “Please, Randall. Please, please.”

I trail my tongue on smooth, feverish skin. Lower and lower, till I’m looking at that delicate pink bow on her underwear. I put it between my puckered lips and pull. When I release it, the waistband snaps against her skin. “Please what?”

“Please, sir, will you eat me out till I come?”

A loud cackle busts out of me at her unexpected request. It is exactly what I plan to do but hearing her say it in that innocent-girl voice is the best kind of filthy talk.

“You have a very naughty pussy, Elise, soaking and ruining your innocent girlie panties. You’re not innocent at all, are you?”

I lick on top of the fabric and close my eyes at the sensual hint of her arousal against my tongue. I groan in frustration, because now that I’ve had a taste, I want it all.

Why the hell did I let this cloth get in the way of my first full lick of her pussy?

My hands move before my brain catches up. I yank the underwear off, forgetting my plans for a slower, more seductive undressing. Asking me to slow down after I’ve tasted her is like asking a man to be satisfied with a nibble when he’s offered a lavish feast.

Besides, why shouldn’t I grant her request when she asked so damn nicely?

Please, sir, will you eat me out till I come?Fuck, yes, with goddamn pleasure.

I bury my face between her thighs and feast.

Watching Randall’s tongue glide over my folds is an incredible sight to behold. His calloused hands spread and widen my thighs with confidence. My fingers rub the soft strands of his hair, while my hips swirl to the rhythm of his firm, steady licks. He’s relentlessly thorough, like he could be there all night.

I need more than his skillful mouth. I’m aching to be filled.

As if he read my mind, Randall comes up for air and says, “You’re so sweet, Elise. I love the way you taste. But if I don’t sink my cock in this hot pussy soon, I’m going to lose my mind.”

His finger finds my entrance, rubbing it gently. Expertly. Possessively. “You’re going to come on my mouth and my hand. Say ‘yes, sir.’”

“Yes, sir,” I repeat with a shamelessly desperate sigh.

Randall sucks my clit while churning two fingers on my entrance, moving in and out. My center tightens around his invasion, clamping hard when he curls up and massages my front walls. His tongue presses on my clit, and that does it. I come so hard, my thighs convulse and squeeze.