His Sweet Cup of s*x

Chapter 1

"Come here," Liv mumbles through her breathy pants as I break contact with

her mouth in order to detach my shirt from my body.

Throwing it to the floor with a feather soft thud, I follow orders as she scoots

further up my bed, holding an arm out to wrap around my neck as I climb on

top of her.

"Isn't this better?"

I answer her with an open-mouthed kiss, letting our hot breath mingle as we

find the right positions for our bodies to connect in.

Her flimsy green dress has already ridden up towards her belly and it's

obvious she has premeditated this by her thong, or rather, the single shoelace

sized string that rests low on her hips. There's no way that qualifies as

underwear, so I slide it off of her, bringing her bare core to meet my Jean clad

bulge.

"Much better," I husk out as I litter kisses along her neck and collarbone. "So

much better."

I didn't even realize how much I needed this. I thought jacking off in the

shower was meeting my needs. Stupid me. It's not the same.

As I look up at Liv, my breathing quickens, seeing that her eyes are clouded

with lust and dare I say...passion.

The sight of seeing her so open and so ready for the taking leaves my cock

throbbing behind it's confinements, ready to be played with as it hasn't been in

so long.

Not bothering to waste even another second of the previous time we have

together, I close the gap between our lips again, sucking her soul out of her

very body with my tongue alone.

Her moans drive me over the edge, not allowing me to wait even another

minute before tugging the dress off of her body with more difficulty than I'd

care to admit. Unlatching her bra, I watch as Liv's eyes close with pleasure,

speechless as the feel of my mouth running up and down the line of her

chest.

Holy f*****g hell.

She gasps when my tongue makes the much-anticipated contact with her

wide dark n****e, circling around the perfect shape of the skin.

The scent of her is intoxicating, cinnamon and apple from some kind of

perfume overwhelming my senses and leaving me helpless against any sort of

restraint I have left.

Her hands find my hair and begin tugging on the small strands when she

hears the tell-tale clicking of my belt buckle, knowing that I'm beyond ready to

take her for the remainder of the night.

I throw my belt to the side and sit up, kicking my pants off with irritation.

Anything keeping me from the most pleasurable skin on skin contact I've had

in over a year is not welcome on my body. f**k pants.

Crawling back on the bed, I let Liv scratch at my back, focusing instead on

trailing my hand down to her core, preparing her by spreading the sopping wet

juices around her folds and pumping my finger in and out a few times.

"Mr. Milkshake," she calls as she wiggles beneath me, frustrated by the way

I'm making her wait.

The last thing I want to do is hurt her though, so I add a finger and stretch her

a bit more before finding the spot my hand will rest on the bed for balance and

clutching at the headboard.

"Are you ready?"

Liv nods and hooks her legs around my calves as I sigh in relief, lining myself

up with her more than ready entrance and pushing myself in all the way,

letting shivers run through my body as Liv moans beneath me.

"Yes," she whispers, giving me the okay.

Evening out my breathing, I slowly work myself into setting the perfect pace,

plunging deep into her warmth as the bed creaks beneath us, adding to the

rhythm of our pleasure.

"f**k," I whisper as her walls tighten around my c**k, pushing the rushing

blood in my veins to the max.

I duck down and litter her breasts with sloppy open-mouthed kisses as I work

her, feeling the best I have in a long time.

This woman is leading me to a release, one that isn't meaningless for a

change. It only makes me feel more connected to her, despite only knowing

Liv for a short time.

Her moans turn to pleads as her body begins clinging to mine like a vice,

making me speed up the pace to keep the rhythm on her steady climax.

"Oh god," she groans as she arches beneath me. "Oh god, oh god!"

I begins rolling my hips as I thrust, intent on hitting her g-spot every time as

she works her throbbing core around my pulsing c**k.

"OH!"

I drive myself into her relentlessly, her voice becoming fuzzy as the blood

rushes to my ears, not realizing she's ready to come until her body completely

still beneath me, but I don't stop. I simply watch a bead of sweat drip down her

forehead as her mouth forms that perfect 'O' shape, giving me the go ahead to

prepare my own release.

Watching her breasts jiggle wildly beneath the outcome of my beastly

progress, I stop holding myself back, now opting to relax my muscles and let

them reach their ultimate pleasure before they tense again, this time, letting

the milk from my c**k drip into Liv's shaking core.

Now that's a milkshake. Just a different kind.