Returning the Favor

The door nearly came off its hinges as Joe kicked it open, the loud crack echoing through his apartment like a starting gun.

Before I could even gasp, he tossed me onto the bed. The box springs squeaked as I landed on my back, legs splayed, heart hammering, my pussy dripping with need.

I looked up at him, chest heaving. He wiped my slick from his chin with his thumb, eyes burning with pure lust. I quickly shimmied out of my skirt, tossing it aside, but when I reached for my heels, he gripped my ankle hard, shaking his head.

“Leave them on,” he commanded, voice low and rough, thick with dominance.

That tone; the same one he used to direct models; sent a fresh gush of wetness between my thighs. I obeyed, digging the sharp heels into the mattress, spreading my legs wider, offering my soaked cunt to him like a gift.

He stripped for me; slow, teasing me.

My fingers dove between my thighs, two digits plunging into my dripping pussy as I watched him. First the shirt, revealing his defined chest and sculpted abs. Then the pants, sliding down powerful thighs. Only his black boxer briefs remained, the massive, throbbing outline of his cock straining obscenely against the fabric.

I crawled toward him on all fours; ass high, back arched like a cat in heat, body slick with sweat and need. My fingers traced over his abs, feeling the hard ridges flex under my touch. I tugged the waistband down slowly.

His cock sprang free; thick, veined, and brutally hard; the fat head flushed dark purple.

“Oh my God…” I moaned, eyes wide with raw hunger. I could barely wrap my fingers around his massive girth, feeling it throb hot and heavy in my hand.

I looked up at him with pure lust, then dragged my tongue slowly along the underside from base to tip, savoring the masculine taste of him. He groaned deeply, one hand resting on the back of my head.

I took him into my mouth, sucking hard, cheeks caving in, my tongue swirling around his head. I moaned around it, the vibration making his hips jerk. Deeper. I relaxed my throat and forced more of him inside; feeling the thick head push past my soft palate, stretching my throat open. My eyes watered, shoulders hunching, but I kept going, determined, hungry, until my lips kissed the base, nose pressed against his groin, throat bulging visibly around him.

I bobbed; sloppy, desperate; fucking my own throat on his cock, wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds filling the room as saliva trailed down my chin as I massaged his balls with one hand, the other splayed across his flexing abs.

When I finally pulled back with a wet pop, a long, thin string of spit connected my swollen lips to his glistening cockhead, snapping as I gasped for air, eyes glassy and begging.

Joe cradled my chin, looking down at me with raw hunger.

I stroked his throbbing shaft, voice hoarse and filthy.

“Fuck me, now.”