Page 71 of Property of Tacoma

Her eyes flick up to mine, and the sight of those emerald greens staring up at me while my cock stretches her lips is almost my undoing.

“So fucking perfect,” I praise, my voice strained. “Best goddamn blowjob of my life.”

Her eyes light up with pride, and she doubles her efforts, taking me so deep I feel her nose brush against my pubic bone.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come if you keep that up,” I warn, my balls drawing up tight.

She doesn’t stop. Instead, she increases her pace, her eyes locked on mine.

The sight of her—this gorgeous, fierce woman—on her knees, eagerly taking my cock down her throat while looking at me like I’m her whole world pushes me right to the edge.

“Shit, I’m coming,” I groan, giving her a chance to pull away.

But my angel doesn’t retreat. She stays right where she is, swallowing every drop as my release hits me like a freight train.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I pant, my head falling back against the chair as the aftershocks ripple through me.

When I look down, she’s wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smirk on her face.

“Come here,” I say, pulling her up into my lap.

She straddles me, her wet center pressing against my already hardening cock. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I murmur against her lips.

She smiles, pressing her forehead to mine. “So are you.”

I run my hands down her back to cup her ass, squeezing the firm globes. “Stand up.”

She does as I command. I grab her hips and guide her until she’s bent over my lap, her ass in the air.

“Perfect,” I breathe, running my palm over the smooth skin of her ass. “Fucking perfect.”

I bring my hand down in a sharp slap against her right cheek, and she yelps in surprise. The sound goes straight to my cock, which is already fully hard again.

“You good?” I ask, needing to make sure she’s okay with this.

“Yes,” she whispers, wiggling her ass slightly. “God, yes.”

I smirk, bringing my hand down on her other cheek with a satisfying crack. Her skin flushes a beautiful pink, and she moans, a sound that’s pure sin.

“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, smoothing my palm over the heated flesh. “Like having your ass marked by me.”

“Yes,” she admits, her voice breathy with need.

I alternate between cheeks, watching as her pale skin turns a delicious shade of pink. With each spank, her moans grow louder, her body writhing on my lap.

I can feel her wetness against my thigh, and when she starts grinding against me, seeking friction, I land another hard slap.

“Not yet, Angel,” I warn. “Be patient.”

“Please,” she whimpers, trying to press her pussy against my leg again.

I land another swat, harder this time, and she cries out. “Please, what?”

“Please touch me,” she begs. “I need you inside me.”

“Such a needy little thing,” I tease, sliding my hand between her legs to find her absolutely soaked. “Fuck, baby. You’re dripping.”