Make Or Break

Nicole stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching Mick’s phone light up again. She knew the signs. She used to be the other woman once, the late-night knock, the wet kiss in someone else’s hallway. The thrill of that used to light her up. Now she just wants the same heat aimed at her, every time. Mick sets the phone down like nothing happened. She steps in closer, takes his hand and presses it to her chest, holding it there until his fingers spread and cup her full tit. She leans in until their mouths nearly touch. “You forget who comes first,” she says, low. Mick answers by sliding his other hand down her back and grabbing a handful of ass. He squeezes until she gasps, then pulls her onto the bed. Nicole shoves his jeans open and takes him in her mouth without warning, sucking deep until her lips touch his balls. She pulls off just long enough to drag her tongue over each one, then swallows him again. Mick groans, reaches for her hips and swings her around so her wet pussy hovers over his face. He licks once, slow, then buries his tongue. Nicole moans around his cock, rocks her hips, then lifts just enough to line the head of his dick with her ass. She sinks down, takes every inch, then pulls off and slides straight back into her mouth, tasting herself on him. Mick’s tongue works faster. She grinds against it, sucks harder, feels his balls tighten on her tongue again. He flips her onto her back, pushes her knees wide and drives in deep, each thrust a reminder. Nicole holds his face and looks him dead in the eye. “Don’t forget,” she breathes. He fucks her harder.