Page 8 of Hot Shot

I can see the hesitancy in her face.

“I’ll pick you up and put you there, but I’d much rather you crawl on top of me,” I tell her.

That gets her moving. She straddles my shins, leans forward and licks straight up my dick.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

She winks at me. Fucking winks! Then continues to crawl up my body. She presses open mouthed kisses on my abs and up my chest. But she lets her pussy make contact. She slicks herself over my dick, letting me get a feel for how hot and wet she is.

“You are a siren,” I say.

“You said you wanted me to crawl on top of you.”

I can’t hide my smile. “I absolutely did.” I reach around and smack her ass. “Now give me that pretty pussy.”

She moves the rest of the way up my chest. I like that she’s not completely bare. That she clearly doesn’t wax. She’s trimmed, neat and tidy, but looks like a woman. I’ve never been a fan of the hairless pussy.

I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her glistening seam down to my face. She smells so damn delicious. Tangy and sweet. I don’t waste time. I plunge my tongue into her hot channel, and she moans in response.

She threads her fingers through my hair while I fuck her with my tongue. Instinctively, her pelvis rocks against my mouth. She knows what she wants.

I lick up her folds and find the hard little pearl that is so desperate for attention. I circle my tongue around it, once, twice, then a third time.

Charlotte is chanting my name right now, and I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Max. Max. Max…”

I know what she needs. I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking her with my tongue.

She detonates like a bomb, her release flooding my mouth as she rides out her climax.

My cock has made a mess on my abs with the incessant dripping of pre-cum.

Charlotte falls off my body onto the bed next to me. “Do they offer classes on that now in college?”

I laugh and pull her to me, pressing a kiss onto her forehead.

chapter

four

Charlotte

I turn my head to look at the gorgeous sex god next to me. Because that is clearly what he is. I’ve never come so fast before in my life. And I have a wide array of toys specifically for that purpose. The tousled waves of his hair are standing up, looking exactly like some woman was clinging to him in the throes of ecstasy.

His big, muscular frame is a flawless representation of masculine beauty. His chest is lightly covered in brown curls that taper down into a thin line that bisects his perfectly sculpted abs.

“You’re beautiful, Max,” I tell him.

He shakes his head. “I’m just a man with good genes and muscles. YOU are the beautiful one.” He rolls onto his side, facing me. “I loved tasting your first climax, but I need to watch the next one.”

“You have a very dirty mouth.” I reach out and trail my fingers down his chest. His stomach muscles tighten as I go lower, wrapping my hand around the root of his dick. “And a very…” I glance down. “Size appropriate dick.”

He bursts out laughing and I smile in return. It’s been a long damn time—maybe not ever—since I felt this kind of connection with someone. I choose to not analyze that feeling overly much. This man is way too young for me. That reminds me that I don’t actually know how old he is. I do know he recently graduated from college, so unless he’s a genius, he’s in his early twenties.

“I’m thirty-one,” I blurt.

“You’re perfect,” is his response.