Nauti Intentions

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She tugged back, staring up at him as she knelt in front of him, her lips parting as she fought to breathe.
“It’s awful big,” she drawled before licking her lower lip. “Maybe I can’t handle it.”
The amused grunt that filled the cab almost had her grinning. “I’ll teach you how to handle it.”
He palmed the back of her neck, pushing her down. “Lift your ass while you go down on me, baby. Give me something to play with while you blow my mind.”
Janey wrapped her fingers around the engorged shaft. Her tongue peeked out, licked over the damp crown, and she moaned at the taste of him. Moaned at the hard jerk of his cock, the rasp of his breath.
He reclined against the door, one leg on the floor, the other stretched out along the seat, and his cock really was big. She loved it. It was thick and long, and for tonight, it was all hers.
She pursed her lips, pressed them over the slit, then slid them down over the throbbing heat as she felt his hands, both of them, clench in her hair.
“Christ. Your mouth,” he groaned. “Janey, sweetheart, you’re going to kill me.”
She was dying herself. She surrounded the thick crest with her mouth, remembering the taste of him in the bar, salty and male, dark and delicious. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him pumping in her mouth, filling her with his release.
She could feel her own pleasure building at his ragged, hoarse groans. Electric sensation whipped through her, sizzled between her thighs, wrapped around her clit, and tormented it with the need for orgasm.
“Damn. Baby. Such a sweet little mouth.” His voice was harder now, darker. He was loving it. Loving what she was doing to him, and it filled her mind, intoxicating her. He was more potent than whiskey.
His pleasure tore through her mind, building her own. She was touching him. This hard, experienced man.
A man she’d never believed she would have in her bed. Touching him and he was loving it. He was hard and hot in her mouth, his muscles tight, bunching each time she flicked her tongue over the broad crest and sucked him deeper into her mouth.
“That’s it, Janey,” he groaned. “Suck me slow and easy, baby. Damn you. It’s so good. So sweet.”
One hand moved from her hair, slid down her back. She felt the skirt rising, passing over her rear, exposing it, bunching at her hips.
“Damn you. Fucking thongs.” His finger slid beneath the little strap that ran between her buttocks. “Oh, Janey, that’s fucking wicked, baby.”
He tugged at the strap, tightening the material over her clit as she moaned. Because it felt so damned good. Her thighs parted, and her mouth drew him deeper, sucking his cock head with hungry draws of her mouth.
Each time the pleasure tore through him, he rewarded her. He pulled on the strap, caressed her clit with the tightening fabric until her hips were rolling with each tug of the cloth, her moans building in her throat and passing by his cock.
One hand stayed locked in her hair. He moved her mouth on him, refusing to let her suck him faster, keeping her rhythm slow and easy.
“Yeah, that’s the way, baby. Tease my dick. Pay me back now. Because when I get you spread out on a bed . . .” He groaned, his hips jerked, driving his cock against her almost involuntarily as she tongued the underside. “You little witch, when I get my lips on your pussy, I’m going to make you beg to come.”
Oh well, that was going to take a long time, wasn’t it? If she could force herself to let his cock go for a second, she’d be begging him now.
So she did as he suggested. She teased, licked, stroked. She used her admittedly limited knowledge and his groans of pleasure to guide her. She probed at the slit with her tongue, tasted him, and needed more.
She sucked the head deep, firm, moaning, stroking the shaft.
“Ah yeah, baby, right there.” He tightened violently as she rubbed her tongue under the head of his cock and sucked him deep. “It feels like you’re going to swallow my dick. Fuck, that’s good.”
Alex was in hell. In ecstasy. Each ripple of her hot little mouth over the head of his cock was agonizing pleasure. Her hands stroking the shaft, the sweet, subtle scent of her pussy reaching him.
Hell, he was going to have a stroke right there in the front of his truck and he couldn’t do a damned thing to stop it.
All he could do was hold her head, show her how to move to make him crazier, to make the pleasure better. Sweat beaded on his forehead, ran down the side of his face. It was cold as hell outside and he was burning up inside the truck. Burning in her mouth and fighting to hold back just a few more minutes.
To let her torture him just a little bit longer.
“Ah, Janey. Baby.”
She moaned again. Every time he used an endearment, she softened against him, and his heart raged with pain at the thought that no one called her anything but her name.
“Ah, there, sweetheart. So fucking good. Like an angel. Sweet, sweet Janey.”
She sucked him like she was starving for him. Her lips, her tongue. She licked and sucked, stroked, and her moans rippled over the sensitive crest.
He tugged at the scrap of material that ran between the cheeks of her perfect ass. The thongs were snug; each tug he knew would caress her clit. Lift her higher, give her the smallest hint of the hell he was in right now.
Flames were erupting in his balls. Fuck.
“Janey, baby, I’m going to come,” he groaned. “If you don’t want your mouth full of me, then you better move.”
She didn’t move; she took him deeper, hungrily.
Alex shook his head and fought the release. Not yet. Ah hell, it was so damned good. He didn’t want it to stop. Didn’t want to lose the pleasure of her sweet, hot mouth consuming him.
His balls grew tighter, drawing beneath the base of his cock as electric tingles began to build at the base of his spine.
“Darlin’. I can’t hold back.” He couldn’t fucking breathe. “Janey. Fuck. Fuck.”
He arched his hips, held her head in place, and heard the ragged, hoarse groan that tore from his lips as fiery sensation raced up his spine and ecstasy erupted in his balls. He felt his cum spurting inside her mouth, filling it as her mouth worked to take him, swallowing as she moaned, cried out, licked, and sucked until he was spent. Until he had to pull her head back, because each stroke of her tongue was like a lash of agonizing pleasure on the oversensitive flesh.
He was breathing hard, sweating. Lifting her face to his, he stared into her dazed expression, watched as she licked her lips slowly, catching a final drop of his semen from the pouty curves.
Instantly, he was as hard as he was before he came in her mouth.
Sliding his hand between her thighs, his teeth clenched at the heat of her dampness against her panties.
Oh yeah, she was wet, ready for him. Wild with the need. Too wild to wait.
“Lay back, baby.” He eased her back on the seat, staring up at her as he slid her panties over her thighs, along the black stockings. Holding her feet in his lap, he drew the panties past the red fuck-me pumps and tossed them on the dash before spreading her thighs.
“Fuck. I bet those wild-assed Mackay women take you to the spa with them, huh?” He stared at perfect pink flesh, bare of curls, glistening and wet.
“I go by myself, too,” she said breathlessly, a temptress smile on her face as he spread her legs wider and shoved the seat farther back toward the backseat of the dual cab.
Okay, that gave him some room. It was cramped, but God, he couldn’t wait to get her back at the apartment. He had to taste her now. Just a little bit. Just enough to have her screaming in release as his tongue shoved up her pussy. Yeah. He could wait that long.
His lips lowered, his tongue parted silken, soft folds, and he licked up the narrow, snug slit of her pussy with a groan.
Had any other woman ever tasted so sweet? He knew none had. Silky syrup clung to his tongue as he circled her clit and moved back. It filled his senses, and he devoured each taste.
He licked at her sweetness, pushed his hands beneath the rounded globes of her ass, and lifted her to him, kissing her clit, pursing his lips over it and giving it soft, gentle little sucks as she writhed in his arms.
“Alex. Oh God. Alex. It feels too good.”
Oh yeah, he knew too good. He remembered her mouth on his cock making him insane.
“Payback,” he groaned against her clit and felt her shudder in pleasure.
He wanted her shuddering in pleasure. He wanted her screaming with it. He wanted her release spilling to his tongue and infusing his senses.
She was so fucking hot he was about to melt. His cock was pounding. It would be so easy. So easy to
slide between her thighs and press inside her. To fuck her as hard and deep as he needed to fuck her.
His hands clenched around the cheeks of her ass, his tongue circled her clit and fought to snap the reins back on the lust lurching demandingly against the hold he had on it.
Fuck, he wasn’t taking her in a pickup truck. He’d have her in her bed. With her legs wrapped around his waist like they were wrapping around his shoulders now.
Ah hell. Her hands were on his head, buried in the short length of his hair, urging him to her.
He sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, let his tongue press and ripple against it as she gasped his name, then nearly screamed his name.
God, he loved that sound. That surprised pleasure, the rush of sensation in her voice, the way her nails pricked his scalp.
She was close. So fucking close that he could draw this out for another hour or shove her into release now. If he let her have it now, he could take her home, he told himself. Take her back to her bed and spend the night fucking her.
But if he let her come now, he’d have to stop. He’d have to drive them home. And he didn’t want to let her go. Didn’t want to lose the sensation of her in his mouth, her heated juices making him drunker than hell on her taste.
“Alex, please,” she moaned, her voice throaty, so damned sexy.
He pleased her. He licked her little clit, drew it into his mouth. For a second. Until she tensed, tightened, that building pleasure racing through her. Then he drew back and licked along the folds again until he came to the tight, gripping entrance to her pussy.
He rimmed the opening, licked over it, and heard her cries fill his head, felt them stroke his senses. So close.
She was so close.
Janey couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel. She shook her head as need exploded inside her, over and over, racing through her bloodstream as she felt the pleasure consuming him.
Oh God. It was so good. She hadn’t thought it would be this good. She had thought it would feel like her own fingers, her own touch, not like this. His tongue was rough silk, and so hot. When it stroked over her, it flayed her with sensation. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she was devoured by the pleasure. It was burning through her, licking over her flesh and making her crazy.
She needed.
“Alex, please,” she cried out. “Oh God. Please let me come, Alex. It’s so good. So good.”
He groaned. His tongue probed at the opening to her vagina and she tensed and cried out at the pleasure.
Then he was kissing her again. Deep kisses along the slit, his tongue licking into it before he came back to her clit.
He sucked it into his mouth and didn’t stop. His tongue flickered just beneath it as he drew on her, and a thousand suns exploded inside her.
It couldn’t get any better. She hurled through ecstasy, then it got better. His tongue thrust hard and heavy inside her, pumped inside her pussy, and she was screaming his name, detonations of pure white-hot energy flowing through her as she felt her juices spilling from her. And felt Alex tasting them, consuming them, groaning and fucking his tongue inside her, deeper, harder, until she collapsed in mindless pleasure.
And he was still licking, still taking her, still groaning her name.
“I’m going to hell,” he finally groaned, lifting his head to kiss her one last time, to purse his lips over her quivering clit before pulling himself up.