Tales of Iniquity ( A collection of short erotic stories)
He didn’t stop, licking me through every aftershock until I was oversensitive and whining, pushing weakly at his shoulders.
He rose over me, lips shiny with my arousal, and kissed me again. I tasted myself on him—salty-sweet, filthy. His cock was straining against his briefs, a dark wet spot at the tip.
I reached down, palming him through the fabric. He hissed, hips jerking.
“Take them off,” I whispered.
He shoved the briefs down, kicking them away. His cock sprang free—heavy, thick, veined, the head flushed dark and leaking. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly, feeling him throb in my grip.