Chapter 8 - 008
"It’s raining," Mike said suddenly, pulling out. His softening cock hung low, but his gaze was on the rain beyond the window.
"It is..." Claire muttered, licking her lips, eyes still locked on his cock.
She climbed off the table, a mixture of her cum and his trickling down her thigh.
Then she knelt down again and took his cock in her hand.
Mike looked down, their eyes meeting.
She smiled, then leaned in, tongue running along the underside of his shaft, gathering the slick mess they’d made together. She closed her lips around the tip, sucking gently, watching his face twist with pleasure.
"Fuck," Mike breathed, gripping the edge of the table behind him.
She took more of him into her mouth, inch by inch, her lips stretched wide, tongue swirling with every inch she claimed. Her hands stroked what she couldn’t fit as her head bobbed rhythmically, her saliva mixing with the remnants of sex, adding wet, obscene sounds to the room.
Mike’s hand found her hair again, curling into it as he fought to keep still. "God, you suck cock like you were born for it."
Claire moaned around him, the vibration of her throat making his legs tremble. She pulled back just enough to tease his head with her tongue – circling it slowly, then licking the slit with a flick that made his hips jerk.
"I can suck you all day long."