Free Personal Assistant by Cara North Page A

of his flesh. She
leaned closer. His cock was pressed firmly against his body in an upright
position and everything she imagined it would be. He had length, girth, and she
was going to enjoy this. Her nose pressed against the soft cotton covering his
manhood and he groaned.
            Her
fingers hooked the band of his briefs and slowly pulled them down until his cock sprang free, bobbing a nice hello. He whispered her name,
but she was entirely uninterested in anything he had to say. She let go of the
material and wrapped one hand around his shaft. He groaned. His feet moved up
and down stepping out of the pants. He had already removed his shoes and socks
before she got there. He was naked. Bared to her. Tall
enough she had to stretch her back and neck to reach him comfortably. Her
tongue swept out and licked, once, twice.
            He
pulled at her shoulders until he practically lifted her up to stand on her
feet. He was breathing heavy, his eyes lidded, lustful. “I don’t have anything
to help you get more comfortable in that position, let’s get on the bed.”
            She
looked at his hardness and nodded. He pulled her with him, tried to kiss her
but she turned away at the last minute causing his lips to land on her cheek
instead. She lifted her head and looked at his adorably confused face.
             
“No kissing. I can’t kiss you and keep it separate. I’ll get lost. I want to do
this, but I need to keep my emotions in check. Understand?”
            “Not
really,” he said. She slipped her fingers around his shaft and pressed her lips
to his collarbone. “But I can figure it out later.”
            She
smiled against his flesh. Slowly she worked her way down his body. She tugged
at each nipple with a gentle bite of teeth, licked his navel, moved past his
shaft to tend to each of his hair roughened balls. His hands struggled to find
her as she continued to slip away until at last, he finally settled them at his
sides. Frankie licked up the length of his shaft, tracing a vein to the tip
where a drop of fluid waited.
            The
delight she found from the stretch of her jaws, the fullness of her mouth, the
pressure at the back of her throat as she struggled to consume every inch she
possibly could was something she was unaware she had been missing. It had been
so long since she had done this. Years since she had seen a dick worthy of
sucking. Little did he know she could have spent the rest of the morning
between his legs, listening to his sighs, groans, and moans of pleasure as they
escaped his delectable lips. He was getting close to
coming. She could feel his balls tighten at the base of his shaft. She pulled
off long enough to ask, “How do you want to finish?”
            “Inside
you,” he breathed more than said.
            “How
else would you like to finish?” Frankie licked across the top and let the tip
of her tongue slide gently between the slit at the top of his cock.
            “What
are my options?” He dropped his head back to the pillow with a strangled laugh.
            “Well,”
she said, and then curled her tongue around the sensitive flesh under the
well-defined ridge of the head a moment. “You can come in my mouth, or you can
come on my chest. It’s up to you. You either want to see it or you don’t.”
            “I…
just…ooh yeah… do that again…fuck, I don’t know. Let’s
just see what you decide when the time comes.” He slid his hand along her cheek
and she pressed his cock against the inside of her jaw. “Fuck.”
            Frankie
was beyond thrilled to get these reactions from him. Her body hummed with
desire, ached for release. She would handle that later. Right now, she needed
to taste him. Curiosity was getting the best of her. She gripped his shaft
again, pulled up with a twist, pushed down as her mouth followed. She sucked
hard, groaned with the effort to take everything