Tiffany

 

 

 

“You’re so big,” I said and didn’t even mask the surprise in my voice.

I don’t know what I was going to expect when I pulled out Jagger’s dick, but I didn’t think large cucumber. Except he wasn’t green. Jagger’s was a normal pinkish tan hue.

Perhaps my husband was small and Jagger was about average. I had watched porn before and my husband didn’t appear small compared to those men.

“Is this unusual?” I asked in case he had an abnormality because he really was quite large.

“No, my cock isn’t unusual. At least, I don’t think so. Haven’t really compared it to other guys before.” He stared down and curled his fingers around the base, giving one tug.

Watching him do that it was like a dam burst open and heat bloomed between my legs. Crazy sexy.

“Do that again.”

“What? This?” Jagger proceeded to give himself another pump, but this time his fingers drifted over the tip to spread a drop of precum that had formed.

“Yeah, that. Can I taste you?” I tore my gaze from his thick cock and watched his darkening green eyes.

His nose flared and for a moment and he said nothing.

“Please. Unless, you know, there’s something wrong with . . .” I said as I pointed to his throbbing dick.

“No, there’s nothing wrong. I get tested regularly but are you sure this is what you want?” His hand never stopped moving on his cock.

It’s funny what you miss when you haven’t had sex in a long time. Sure, I yearned for a man to go down on me and, of course, for sex itself, but what I fantasized about a lot was a man filling my mouth. The salty flavor and how lost a guy got by what I was doing to him.

Maybe it was the thought of being filled. Maybe it was the taste I pined for, but I wanted Jagger just like this.

I smiled as I watched him war with himself. He was trying to take care of me, and that was sweet. But I’m done with sweet. I needed something hard and rough, and I wanted it to make me scream.

I ran my finger around the edge of the tip as he pulled back causing him to stop. “I very much want this. Just a small taste. It’s been so long.”

He groaned as my hand replaced his. Jagger let go and moved his fingers into my hair. I lowered my head, my mouth watering as I inhaled his scent—a mixture of sweat and something uniquely him.

Just before I slid my tongue out, I looked up. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” he said as his mouth sagged open.

Was it gentle kindness or urgent need when he gathered up my hair and held it for me? I started at the base and licked my way up. Jagger whimpered, and I wanted to do something special for that melodic gift. When I got to the tip, I gave a kiss. Not a little peck, but deep with my tongue. I swirled and lapped for Jagger tasted better than any lollipop.

“Oh God,” he said and I knew he wasn’t going to stop me from getting what I wanted.

His eyes rolled back into his head. Jagger was too far gone to get out of this fervid hole I dug him into.

The corners of my lips burned as I opened my mouth fully to suck him inside, yet he was too thick to go any farther than halfway. I had to use my hand to make up the difference and push and pull him from me.

I wondered how I managed to go so long without this in my life—the taste of him, the toe-curling sounds he made, my body reacting to everything he did. This moment was bringing me more pleasure than I had in a decade.

A blissful ache twisted my belly as I sucked his cock. It was as if I was getting more satisfaction out of this than he was. When his hips rotated, pushing him deeper down my throat, I thought that would cause a problem. That I would start to choke or gag or something embarrassing, but only a moan rumbled up my throat vibrating over his cock.

He was slick, my hand was coated, even a few strands of hair tickled my nose, but nothing would keep me from tasting Jagger.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” Jagger said, his voice gruff and breathless.

I reached my hand back and cupped my hand over his as he held my hair back, guiding him to what I wanted. Because I wanted that bit of pain as he started to take control. Sex was always nice and pleasant with my husband, but over the years, since his death, I fantasized about sex with an edge. An experience that wasn’t always sweet, but definitely full of pleasure.

“Is that what you want, Tiffany? You want me to shove my cock down your throat?” he asked and when I lifted my eyes to his, they were round and darker than I had ever seen.

With much reluctance, I took him from my lips. “Yes. Please.”

His closed his eyes and a visible shiver ran down his body. When he gazed at me again, something had changed. He pushed me back so I was lying on the bed, and he pinned me in place by putting either knee by each of my shoulders.

Jagger stroked his cock and brushed my lips with his tip. He paused just before he pushed himself inside my mouth. “If you need me to stop, just pinch my thigh and I’ll immediately get off you.”

I nodded and flicked my tongue out to give him a quick lick.

“You are so fucking sexy, Tiffany.”

His cock entered my mouth slowly and I realized he was taking it easy on me. I reached my hand up and realized I couldn’t do much by the way he had his legs on either side of me. But I managed to slide my fingers around his balls and just a little back so I could press the precise spot I knew he would enjoy.

It worked, and he jerked into my face. My eyes began to water with his cock pushed farther down my throat.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he said, which I already knew. His cock thickened in my mouth and it was time to show him how much I was enjoying this.

I pinched his thigh and he pulled back, but just before he could move completely away, I sat up and wrapped my hand around his hard cock, stroking. My face was right there and when he mumbled he was coming, I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue.

I gazed up to watch his glassy eyes with his mouth hanging open as his cum squirted onto my lips, my tongue, and deep into my mouth.

Smiling when the last drop was spent, I swiped my tongue around my mouth. As much as I enjoyed that, my body was still humming and fully heated with what had happened. I expected Jagger to fall back on the bed, exhausted with what we did.

But that’s not what happened. He crouched down and his hand cradled my neck, gazing into my eyes. It was as if he wanted to say something, but he never spoke a word. His lips crashed onto mine, his tongue moving past my swollen lips.

Pushing me back on the bed, he climbed on top of me as we kissed. But soon he broke free and kissed down my body. His jeans still hung off one leg, and I was fully clothed, but that didn’t make a difference. This was still the hottest sexual encounter I had ever had.

Jagger pulled up my shirt and tugged down my bra cups before filling his hands with my tits. His thumbs flicked over my spiked nipples, and I arched my back as a gnawing ache flooded me.

“Look at them. They’re so stiff. That must have been torture watching me come and you had to just take it,” he said as deviousness filled his eyes.

I squirmed even more but he wouldn’t continue. Jagger watched me struggle with a fascination that made everything damp between my legs.

“I bet you want me to lick them or maybe even give them a little bite to relieve the pressure.”

I nodded as the corner of his mouth curled.

He slipped his lips over my nipple and sucked, flicking his tongue. It was a relief and torture at the same time. Even when he did it to my other breast, I only wanted more.

As if Jagger read my mind, he began to kiss down my body again. He yanked at my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them within seconds. I lifted my hips, and he peeled them off me along with my panties. My body was humming for his touch, and when he did give me what I wanted, it was like a feather trying to satisfy an itch.

Jagger pulled my legs up and out so I was spread wide.

“It’s worse down here. You’re so wet, so swollen.” He bit his lip before his eyes found mine. “How can I let something so beautiful be in so much agony?”

I lifted myself up on my one elbow, as my other was still in pain from the mugging, and watched as Jagger lowered his head in between my thighs. His tongue taking its time along the outside of my lips, nowhere close to where I needed him to be.

I’m not ashamed to say I whimpered because this man was such a tease. But how he did it only made me want him more. Like when he slipped one finger inside me, pulling in and out, but nothing more. Jagger sat up and watched as the small effort he was putting forth caused my greatest want.

“I want to hear you, Tiffany.”

“Please,” I said, almost panting as I begged.

He added one more finger, but it still wasn’t enough. I gave him everything with that blow job, but he was barely moving for me.

“Don’t you want me? Just one little please?” He frowned. “That makes me think you really don’t want what I have to give.”

He was evil. I narrowed my eyes gathering as much strength as I could to fight back. To tell him to give it to me because I knew he wanted to.

“Please, Jagger. Make me come. Do what you want to me.”

Any backbone I once had dissolved, and I felt no shame.

He nodded and lowered his head. “With pleasure.”

Whatever he was doing between my thighs was working. His tongue and lips and fingers were performing like some orgasm-inducing machine. My fingers curled into his hair and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding on him.

Jagger seemed to like it as he groaned in response. It could have been I was suffocating him, but I was too far gone to stop. When he curled his finger inside me, that’s when I lost it.

My head flew back and I screamed out his name, my body convulsing with the best orgasm of my life. As he pulled away, his lips and chin dripping and eyes hazy, all I could do was lie there limp with a huge smile on my face.

He grinned too. Jagger moved over me, and I noticed he was hard once more. He halted when he heard the sound of a door closing.

“Tiffany! We’re here.” The distinct voice of Henrik echoed through my apartment.