Chapter 22

Adam

Lacey sways enticingly in front of me. Everything about her is perfect.

I knew the outfit I picked was the perfect thing for her. As soon as I saw it, I couldn’t wait to see her in it.

Thank fucking God, she put me out of my misery. She looks like a naughty vixen that just needs a good firm fucking.

I think she likes it, too. Running my hands over her thighs, I pull her ass into me. Reaching from behind, I touch her damp panties.

Perfect.

I lean back, my eyes slit, as she bends over me, draping her tits in my face. Her soft blonde hair cascading around our heads creating a private cocoon.

Inhaling her warm, fresh scent, I can feel myself harden even more. The pulse in my cock is taunting me. She’s exactly what I need.

“You look so perfect, baby.”

Running my hands up along the sides of her body, I see goosebumps form, and her nipples harden. I can’t resist. Running the back of my fingers against her nipples, I flick them and watch them sway.

Her tongue circles my ear slowly, as her body undulates above me.

“Don’t move.” Her whisper over my ear causes a shiver to go up my spine.

Fuck me. That’s going to be hard—it already is, but I think I can sit still and let her show off a little more for me.

Lacey starts pressing open mouth kisses below my ear, lightly at first. Heading down my neck, her lips get firmer and more aggressive. I tilt my head back obligingly and try to relax.

She keeps surprising me over and over.

I had hoped to get her to hang out for half an hour here. I figured I could work on her slowly, to get her to be more open about being around the strip club scene. But she jumped right in with both feet.

This isn’t the typical first date, but this isn’t a typical relationship either. Yet what better way to find out if she is a keeper or not?

Reaching my collar bone, she arches above me, thrusting her tits in my face, making me want to nip one so bad. Such a tease.

Crouching on her heels, legs spread wide between my legs, she rocks suggestively below me, circling her pussy so nicely.

She could work here in a heartbeat. Her moves are fluid and sensual. She puts most of these girls to shame.

Groaning I reach for her, but she captures my hands in hers to settle them back onto my thighs. Her hands leave mine to slide up my legs, around my begging cock, to quickly unbuckle my pants.

My cock has been above my waistline, but under my shirt for ages now. The release of pressure on it, is a welcome relief. It points towards her like a homing device, begging for her attention.

Using the tails of my shirt as coverage, her soft, smooth hand grasps me firmly. Running her hand from the base to the head, I can’t keep my butt down.

“Lacey.” I groan her name, as she strokes me slowly.

Eyes locked, her lips are in front of mine as she slowly rocks in front of me. I didn’t even see her get up.

With her knees perched on the edge of the sofa between my legs, she runs her hand lightly, but firmly up and down my prick. Her tongue touching my lips, startles me from the daze I’m in. I can’t help but thrust my tongue inside her mouth, like I’d love to be in her cunt.

My hands rise to hold her to me as I start to feel her pull away.

Clicking her tongue, she signals her disapproval.

Dropping my hands to my thighs again, I put on a pout with puppy dog eyes looking up at her. I’ve got this look perfected from childhood. My mom always caved.

Lacey just laughs softly, sliding her knees off the sofa and onto the floor.

“Be a good boy now, so we can both have our treat.” Lifting my shirt, her head lowers, and I realize where she is going.

Fuck yeah.

This is definitely the perfect woman for me.

Her hot, wet tongue touches just under the head of my dripping cock and swipes up to suck on the head. The moan from her as she licks and sucks my slit almost makes me come right then.

Slowly lapping and then increasing the suction, she’s cleaning me good.

She’s using the shirt tails as camouflage, but I have to watch. Pulling my shirt up, I unbutton the last couple around her head, so she can feel like she has privacy, but I can see perfectly.

Her tongue circles the head like a lollipop as she holds just the first couple inches in her mouth. Her satin smooth hand is wrapped around my base tightly, angling it up towards her mouth. Her small hand can barely get around me, I’m so hard and throbbing right now.

Smoothing her hair back from her face, I pull it into a make shift pony tail, so I can see her perfectly. Her plush lips are tight around me, building up suction. Her eyes flicker up to me and catch my gaze.

Smiling encouragingly, I stroke her cheek as she moans again.

Fucking hell, that is good.

Tingles are spreading through my tailbone and balls, and her nails from her free hands gently flutter across my genitals, adding to the sensation.

“Fuck, baby. Lacey, you feel so good.”

Slowly, she pulls off me completely to drop down on me again, spreading wetness and flattening her tongue along the underside of my throbbing, needy cock. She’s taken me a little further this time, and I realize she plans to torture me.

That’s totally fine. I love every second of it.

Trying not to put any pressure on her head where I hold her hair, I run featherlight fingers on her cheek and into her hair, petting her and trying to distract myself as she picks up the pace.

It feels like she could suck the cum out of my cock any second, but I really want to enjoy this as long as I can. Looking over the top of her head, I watch her perfect ass with the G-string laid out perfectly out between her butt cheeks.

Her small, tight mouth descends and pulls again and again, lower each time, until she’s hitting her tight hand on the down stroke. Gripping me firmly, her hand follows her mouth, spreading wet juices over me.

My hips arch involuntarily, and I try to breathe deeply and pull back. I don’t want to choke her or make her uncomfortable.

When her other hand starts circling my balls again, I can’t hold in the shudder of anticipation. Her fingers circle and drop lower, rubbing behind my balls, and I can feel the inevitable end rushing towards me.

Dropping her head down, I can feel my tip enter her throat, and a strangled sound escapes from me. Glancing up at me, I assure her it’s perfect by nodding my head.

“Oh yes, baby. You are doing so good with my cock. It’s perfect for you. Your lips around my head make me want to explode.”

She moans in response. Her eyes flutter and close, and she sucks me in deep.

Swallowing on my head, her throat convulses around me as she pulls up.

Again, deeper this time, only she doesn’t come up. With her ruddy lips stretched around my cock, she keeps a tight hold on the base she can’t reach and begins to swallow and squeeze around me.

“Perfect…ahhh…Lacey…fuck.” I’m still slightly stroking her cheeks, but my body is on autopilot. “Here I come for you.”

Groaning, my body explodes, cum shooting into the back of her throat, as she continues to hold me lodged in her throat. The rhythmic squeeze and draw on my head keeps pulling me in, and I twitch reflexively.

I see stars as bright lights explode in my vision, and I jerk and bathe her throat with my release.

Slowly, I come back to myself. I have Lacey’s hair in a death grip, but I’ve managed to not shove her down on my cock.

She’s pulling off my still hard prick as I process this, breathing hard.

“Mmmm.” Her Cheshire cat smile is smug and happy.

Using her hair, I pull her up to me to take her swollen lips against mine. Plunging my tongue inside her mouth, I deepen the kiss to let her know how much I enjoyed it.

“Perfect baby. Perfect dance. Perfect blowjob.” Resting her forehead against mine, I try to express how perfect it all was. It’s hard to put into words.

I’m still breathing hard, but I can’t resist reaching between us to feel her wet panties under my fingers. I’m never going to get soft at this rate.

Everything about her drives me wild. She’s the perfect woman with the perfect body, who’s just perfect for me.