Just Watch Me

Agatha Vega loved every eye in the room on her. Married men were the easiest. She watched Christian Clay watch her, watched his stare drop lower every time she turned. His wife had already gone upstairs. He stayed on the couch like he was nailed there. She crossed the room slow, hips rolling just enough. When she reached him she didn’t ask. She slid onto his lap and felt him hard under her. Her hand went straight to his belt. She popped it open, dragged the zipper down, and wrapped her fingers around heat. He didn’t stop her. She smiled once, small, then bent at the waist and took him in her mouth. She worked slow, tongue flat on the underside, spit running down his shaft. Christian’s hand found the back of her head, but she set the pace. She took him deeper on each pass until her nose brushed skin. When her throat tightened she stayed there a beat longer, then pulled off with a wet sound. He stood, turned her, bent her over the arm of the couch. Agatha spread her knees. He worked two fingers into her first, opened her, then pushed in with one steady thrust. She gasped into the cushion. He fucked her deep, hips smacking skin, and she reached back to spread herself wider for him. When he pulled out he fed his cock straight into her mouth again. She tasted herself on him and moaned around the length. He held her hair and pumped until his thighs shook. She kept her lips sealed and took every pulse, swallowing until he stopped twitching. He slipped from her mouth wet and spent. She stayed bent, breathing hard, lips shiny.