BBA: Chapter Eighteen

Emma

She lay there in a daze, letting her mind catch up to her body. She floated on light as she heard him stand and the soft clang of his belt buckle as he slid off his pants.

She sat up. “Your turn,” she told him. “I want to taste you.”

His eyebrows went up, especially as she leaned forward and took his cock in her hand. She motioned with her head for him to take a seat.

She loved the velvet softness of his cock against her fingers. She loved the way his breath caught just a little when she moved her fingers along his shaft. His stomach tightened with anticipation as she sank to her knees in front of him, the muscles clearly defined in a six pack.

She flicked her tongue on his head, then ran it down his shaft, lifting him and licking down the thick vein, down to his balls. She pressed his cock up against his own abdomen, looking up at him as she kissed and licked his balls. His groan was music to her ears.

“Does that feel good?” she asked, mumbling into his balls.

His cock twitched