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“Where?” My voice was unsteady. “Where do you want me to come?”

“Where would you suggest?”

“I’m not picky. This is ladies’ choice right here. Tell me what would freak you out the least. I don’t want to scare you off.”

“I guess it will be a mess?”

“Yes,” I said succinctly. I was really feeling out of control, just beastly. “Where would you like the mess?”

“I don’t know,” she said like she’d honestly never considered it before. “I guess I just want you to look at me while you do it and come wherever you want to.”

“God, don’t say that. You’re not ready to say a thing like that to me.”

“What came to mind?” She licked her lips. “What did you think of just now, when you said that? I want to know. Where do you want to come the most?”

“You’re about to make me come just from talking. I’m not exaggerating here.”

“Do it, then.” The dare was back in her voice. “But first tell me where you want to come the most.”

Right as she said it she breathed on me again.

That was it. I cupped the back of her head, angled my tip and pressed it against her soft as flower petals lips. Miracle of miracles, they opened. I pushed in the barest amount, not wanting to overwhelm her on the first try, and her eyes widened as she stared up at me. I bit my lip, our eyes meeting.

“Lick it,” I told her thickly.

Her tongue caressed the underside of my head, and I came like it was my first fucking time letting a woman touch my dick.

I stroked her silky hair as she swallowed my cum. Our eyes were locked the whole time as she took it, got it all down in hard, struggling gulps.

It was glorious.

I didn’t linger at it long, a little ashamed I’d gotten off before she did. It wasn’t to my credit, that lack of control. I was better than that, but I’d clearly been at my limit.

I put my dick away but stayed poised above her, still stroking her hair with one hand, the other against her jaw, rubbing my thumb over her luscious lips.

“You even swallow,” I said reverently.

“Was that not what I was supposed to do? Why else would you put it in my mouth?”

“What a sensible woman. A real keeper. And yes, that is exactly what you’re supposed to do. Marry me. And it’s your cunt.”

Now it was me catching her off guard. Yum. “Excuse me?” she asked.

She was very, very ruffled. It was intoxicating. “I’m answering your question. I want to come in your cunt the most. A little old-fashioned, I know. Balls deep, to be precise. I want my tip mashed up against your womb as my cum fills you to the brim. Now show me that nipple.”

It didn’t work out quite like that.

Eventually I maneuvered her into letting me sit on her chair. I had her straddle me as I fondled her big, soft tits.

Getting my hands on her, any part of her, had been something I’d thought about too much not to have specific plans, and for her breasts the plans were pretty exhaustive. I kissed her, hot drugging pulls while my palms memorized her glorious chest over her blouse and bra.

By the time I had her top off, I don’t even think she noticed, her focus on our lips mating together addictively.

She pulled back when I unstrapped the back of her bra.

I was looking at it. It was black and lacy.

I shifted my hips. I was hard again, and I let her feel it right where it wanted to be.