Lacey looked at his cock, then glanced up at Braden. A slow, salacious smile spread across her lips.
“Nice,” she said. “Really nice.”
Braden didn’t say anything. He felt like he was frozen, which was weird, because at the same time his body was on fire. Certainly his cock was.
And he knew his cock was pretty ordinary. Average, maybe a little better than that, but nothing special. Nothing like Darnell’s beautiful big piece of meat.
Where the hell had that thought come from?
But the thought was fleeting. Because Lacey hooked her fingers in the waistband of his briefs. Her fingers grazed his bare flesh, and he felt an electric surge at the contact. She tugged, and once again Braden obediently lifted his ass, and she slid them down and completely off.
And stopped, and stared at his cock. His aching, straining, rock hard purplish cock.
“Mmmm,” Lacey said. She wrapped her hand around him, and jerked him slowly.
Braden groaned aloud. God, that felt good.
Her hand slid to his base, and squeezed him gently. And her head dropped, and her sweet soft lips opened, and the tip of his cock slid into her warm wet mouth.
Braden groaned again, and involuntarily his hips bucked, driving a few more inches of his cock into Lacey’s willing mouth. She took him, easily, making a sound around his cock that might have been a giggle.
And her mouth slid lower, taking his length, taking all of him. Into her mouth, and down her throat. Her nose was buried in his close cropped pubes.
And held there, his cock encased in warm wet heaven, her hand fondling his balls, teasing him.
Braden clenched his hands into fists, grabbing the cushion of the sofa. No one had ever done it to him like this, he had never felt anything like this. It felt amazing, beyond amazing.
Darnell gets this every fucking night? he thought.
Lacey pulled her mouth off his throbbing cock and took a deep gulp of air. But she was smiling that saucy smile again. His cock was slick with her saliva, and glistened in the afternoon sunlight.
“You like that, Braden?” she asked. Smugly, because she already knew the answer.
“Fuck, yeah,” Braden said. Shakily. “You’re really—I mean, that was amazing.”
Her smile got wider. “It’s fun to suck cock,” she said. “One of life’s great pleasures.”
She was looking at him as she said it, and Braden wondered for a moment if he had missed something, some implication. Then her mouth opened, and she took him deep, again, and the thought was gone.
Christ!
It did feel amazing. Lacey was a virtuoso, and his cock was her instrument of choice. Her mouth, her tongue, her lips were all over him, sucking, nibbling, licking. She seemed to know exactly what to do, how to push his buttons. And, when he got too excited, too close to busting his aching nuts, she backed off, just a little, and teased and pleased. And then she took him right back to the very edge again.
His cock felt like it was about to burst. His body was slick with sweat, breath rasping in and out of his lungs. He had to cum, he just had too, he ached for sweet release.
And Lacey seemed to know that, too. Her blonde head bobbed, fast and furious now, as her hand massaged the base of his shaft, and Braden felt himself teeter there, just on the very edge, and then Lacey tipped him into the abyss.
He let out a hoarse shout, almost a bark, as the cum boiled out of his balls. His cock erupted, throbbing, pulsing, as his load blasted into Lacey’s waiting mouth. Jet after jet, the biggest load of his life, the most intense orgasm of his life, and Lacey still sucked and licked and drank down every drop.
Christ!
Braden lay back on the sofa, utterly spent. It took him a moment to focus, and he looked down at Lacey.
She was grinning. There was one teeny drop of cum dangling from her lips, and she scooped it up with a finger, before greedily sucking it clean.
“God, Lacey—” He couldn’t finish. He didn’t have the words.
Lacey giggled. God, but she was cute when she did that.
“I knew you’d like it.” She got to her feet with an easy, lithesome grace, and stood in front of him, swaying slightly. “Now it’s time for something I like.”
In a surprisingly quick movement, she grabbed hold of her blouse and had the buttons open in an instant. She shrugged, and it slipped off her shoulders. Her lush, full breasts bounced into view, barely contained by a lacey bra that was nearly transparent.
Braden gasped aloud. Her tits were truly magnificent, her nipples poking hard at the bra, the outline of her areolas visible through the material as well.
And then another quick movement, and the bra was gone as well, and Braden was staring at her breasts in all their naked glory.
He gasped again, and Lacey favored him with another giggle. She cupped her tits with her palms, and jiggled them slightly.
“You like?” Lacey asked, teasingly.
Braden had to swallow before he could find his voice. “Fuck, yeah. I mean—you’re gorgeous, Lace.”
Her fingers moved to her nipples, and tweaked them. They were already erect, and got even harder as she played with them. Braden stared, drinking in the sight of her perfect pale mounds.
And then Lacey dropped her hands. To the catch of her jeans. Her hips moved as she unzipped, and then she tugged them down. They were tight across her generous hips, and she had to wriggle and move to do it, and Braden stared at that, too, enjoying every second of it.
Lacey stepped out of her jeans, and eased them aside with her foot. And stood there in front of Braden, dressed only in panties.
Tiny, white panties, barely a miniscule triangle of cloth not quite covering her plump mound. There was a tiny wet spot on the panties. Braden could smell her arousal, a warm, seductive scent that made his cock ache and his mouth water.
She did a slow spin in front of them. The string that was the back of her panties disappeared into her crack, and firm creamy globes of her ass were fully exposed to him.
Braden’s mouth watered some more. He just wanted to sink his fingers, and his teeth, into that sweet ass, and give it the worship it deserved.
Give Lacey the worship she deserved.
She was facing him again. She took hold of the tiny scrap that was the waistband of her panties, but didn’t pull them down.
“Braden,” she said.
He tore his eyes from her mound, and looked at her face.
“No fucking,” she said.
Slowly Braden nodded. Part of him didn’t want to agree. But mostly he was willing to do just about everything, and anything, Lacey told him to.
“Oral is okay,” she allowed. “Really, anything short of fucking is okay.”
And she pulled down her tiny panties.
She was gorgeous. Perfect. Her mound, full and succulent, was as bare as a baby’s. Cleanly bisected by her slit, her labia slightly swollen and dewy.
Oral is okay, she had said. Braden licked his lips. It was sure as hell okay with him.
Lacey slid a finger between her slick lips. When she pulled it back, it was shiny with her cream. She stepped a half pace closer, and held out the damp finger to Braden. Her scent was stronger, musky and a little sweet.
Braden opened his lips, then closed them around the offered finger.
She tasted even better than she smelled. He sucked her finger, sucked on it like a tiny prick—
And where had that idea come from?
But it didn’t stop him sucking, till the finger was long past clean.
Lacey leaned, and kissed him. Her lips were warm and moving sweetly. He kissed her back, just as hungry for her mouth, and both hands lifted automatically and settled on her luscious tits. So firm, so full, so perfect. He brushed a thumb across one peaked nipple, and Lacey gasped against his mouth. He did it again, feeling her peak swell and harden under his touch.