Saylor drew a sharp breath as her hand slid across her chest to palm one breast.
“Did I tell you to do that?”
Her eyes widened and she snatched her hand away.
“Good girl. Slide off those panties and open your legs for me. Show me what you’re hiding there.”
“You are filthy, Hunter,” she said.
I nodded. “You make me that way.”
I held my breath, waiting to see if she’d follow my instructions. Her thighs inched apart. “Wider,” I told her. She opened them farther, tucking her heels up towards her butt. Her gaze stayed fixed on my face, her chest rising in quick, short breaths. The hair on her pussy was neatly trimmed, and her lips were plump with arousal.
“Rex didn’t deserve someone as gorgeous as you. Suck your finger, get it nice and wet, then show me how you like to play with your clit.”
I had no idea Saylor would be such a tease, but she worked on her finger exactly the way I’d fantasized about her blowing my cock. Starting at the base, she ran her tongue up all sides with long slurps. Then she turned her mouth into a perfect O and slid her finger in and out, moaning as she worked her head from side to side, until her finger was slick with spit. I shifted uncomfortably against the wall. I’d have the imprint of my zipper along my dick if this went on much longer.
“I’m sure that’s wet enough, you little tease. Rub your clit for me.”
Her finger left her mouth with a pop, and disappeared between her swollen cleft. Her hips lifted.
“Just the clit. No fingers in your pussy until I say so.”
I was spellbound, watching her finger circle her fat nub. Saylor’s head dropped back on the pillows, eyes squeezed shut.
“Eyes open.” I waited until she complied. “Do you like me watching you?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “Are you hard?”
“As fucking granite.”
“Take your cock out and show me. I want to see you. Please, Hunter.”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
I lowered my zipper and freed myself with much relief. The head was wet already and I knew it would take just a few quick jerks for me to blow my load.
“Let’s do this together,” she said.
“Sure.” My voice was as tight as my balls. I squeezed the base of my dick, closing my eyes, thinking about algebra in an attempt to calm down.
“Open your eyes, Hunter,” she said in a low, sexy voice.
“You’re stealing my lines.”
“They’re such good lines, don’t you think?” She’d parted the lips of her pussy, and her finger worked faster around her exposed clit.
The scent of our arousal filled the room.
“Come closer,” she said. “I want a good look at you.”
I’d positioned myself at the foot of her bed. Getting on it would be close to throwing the rules out the window because all I wanted to do was taste her and make her come on my mouth. Then I wanted to bury my cock in her, hard, unrelenting until she climaxed with a scream and a pussy that squeezed my cock so hard it hurt. Rules were for suckers, I decided, getting onto my knees on the comforter, so close to her bent legs I could memorize the small crescent-shaped scar on her knee.
“Look how wet you are,” I said.
“Speak for yourself.”
She was right. My cock was slick with precum. “Put a finger in your pussy, tell me what it feels like.”