Page 30 of Pucking One Night Stand

I turn her head, my mouth brushing against her jaw first. Then the edge of her mouth. Then her lips.

It starts slow. Just pressure. Heat. The slide of her lips against mine, water sliding between us. She turns in my arms, hands flat against my chest, mouth opening under mine as if she’s been starved for this, like I have.

Then it builds.

Her fingers in my wet hair, pulling. My hands gripping her hips, pushing her into the tile. Her mouth, God, her mouth, is fierce now, like she wants to ruin me with every kiss.

Tongues tangle, teeth drag, and breath is stolen. Her thighs press into mine, slick skin on slick skin, heat swirling everywhere.

“Cassy. Damn, do I want you.” I kiss her harder. She gives as good as she gets. The soft noises she makes, those are mine. That edge of desperation between us, mine too. Her fingers rake down my back, her mouth hungry, tasting, taking, not stopping.

Steam thickens. Water pours over both of us. Her nails dig into my sides. My grip slides up her back. Her moan against my mouth makes my stomach twist, hard and low.

I start kissing her shoulders as the hot water cascades over us. I work my lips down over her chest, sucking on one nipple.

“Oh, yeah...” Her moan is soft, barely there.

With her nipple in my mouth, I feel the back of her hand graze down my tummy, her delicate fingers curling gently around my cock, squeezing it.

I lean my head back, facing up from where the water is coming down over us. She pushes me back against the steamed-up glass, sensually dropping to her knees, as she glances up at me with a real naughty smirk. “I know just what you need, Blake Mitchell.”

On her knees, she starts softly kissing the head of my cock, then kisses every inch of my shaft down to my balls.

I put my hands on her head as she gently sucks one of them while stroking my cock.

“Uhhh...” I growl, as she looks back up at me, licking my dick to the top.

The sensation is all-consuming and way more than overwhelming. My aching cock throbs and I feel her lips part as my dick slides into her hot mouth.

“Jesus Christ...” I moan, pushing her head back and forth on me. “You... uhh... are... uhh-uhh, are so... uhh... good at this...” Every muscle in me tenses, the pleasure almost unbearable.

She pulls my dick out for a moment, examining it.

“People are always good at what they love doing. And I love sucking a cock. Especially one as big as...” She licks it, then says, “This.”

She slips it back into her mouth and carries on sucking.

I’m getting closer and closer, feeling that tingle in my balls start rising.

“Uhh-uhh-uhh. Cassy, Cassy, I’m... gonna…”

I’m pulling her head back and forth on me, just as I’m about to spurt my cum, but she teasingly pulls me out of her mouth with a smile. “Oh, no, you don’t, Mitchell. Not yet anyway.”

I lift her gently by her shoulders and take in her leggy, sultry body. Steam and hot water cascade over us, and our lips collide in a fury.

As we kiss, I back her against the glass of the shower, starting to trail kisses over her breasts, one at a time.

My hand roams down between her legs, parting them, as my fingers push between her lips and brush over her clit.

“Fuck, YES!” she moans.

I make my descent down to her belly, then go further down, kissing her blond pubic mound.

The hot water streams down my face as she lifts her right leg onto my shoulder, and I replace my finger with my tongue.

Softly I lick and suck her clit, her moan echoing through the steam. “FU-U-UC-KING HELL...”

As I lick, I slide two fingers gently inside her, glancing for a moment at her pink pussy lips before using my tongue on her clit again.