His Long, Hard Package Left Me Dripping and Satisfied

His smooth service deserved far more than just the tip

“I’m coming! Goddammit, give me a chance to get to the door.” Doorbell dinged for the second time as I hurried down the hallway, wiping my dishpan hands on the towel I threw over my shoulder.

“Hello.” My breath caught in my throat as I pulled the front door open and stared at the man standing before me. My gaze started at his feet and meandered its way up. Strong thighs encased in worn denim led to a bulge to be envied behind the zipper. Thick, but trim, waist moved up to broad shoulders and enormous arms.

Then there was that pussy-melting grin and his green-with-gold-flecks eyes that twinkled at me. Fuck me, he was gorgeous. And tall. He towered over my five-foot-eight frame. Six-four if he was an inch.

An image of him holding me against the door and fucking me senseless flashed through my mind. My pussy melted in a gush of heat. Knuckles white, I hung off the door.

“Can I help you, handsome?” I didn’t mean for my inner sex kitten to come out, but she was determined to play.

And I let her. Play and preen as his eyes moved down my body and back up to my clear-blue eyes, a slow, sexy grin curving up his lips.

He shifted the box in his arms from one side to the other, tilted his head and laughed.

“Sure can, sweetheart.” He scratched his trimmed beard and nodded at the burden he carried. “You can give me somewhere to put this. It’s getting kind of heavy.”

“Oh, sorry. Of course.” I opened the door fully and pointed at the dining room table. “You can put it right there. Thanks.”

I bit my lip and squeezed my thighs together as I watched his tight ass flex its way across the room. The way his shoulders stretched his black t-shirt when he lowered the box to the burnished walnut table-top.

Eyes burning with desire, he turned back to me. It was time to give my pussy free rein. I knew I wouldn’t regret it. She loved a good time.

I sashayed my ass over to him, walked my fingers up his chest and around his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss. His hands settled on my hips, fisting my sundress, and sliding his tongue between my lips.

Hungry. Impatient. Needy. I claimed his mouth like a cat on a mouse. Panting, I leaned back and turned him, pushing him backwards until the wall stopped him. Hands roving down his body, I grabbed his semi-hard cock through the denim, giving it a squeezing promise. I slid his black leather belt through the buckle and undid the button on his jeans. The zipper clicked down, one tooth at a time, as I latched onto his nipple through the soft cotton of his tee.

Denim and cotton slid over his hips, down his legs and off his feet, along with his running shoes. They hit the wall and slid to the floor. Hobbes, my ten-year-old orange tabby, curled up on top of them, the only witness to my debauchery.

My delectable delivery guy’s head hit the wall. Back arched, pushing his nipple into my mouth and his cock into my hand. A loud groan tore from his mouth as I pre-cum dripped from the tip of his dick, coating my fingers. I licked my lips and bit the other nipple.

Rough, calloused fingers drew the spaghetti straps off my shoulders and down my arms, my heavy breasts bouncing free.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Stunning. Look at those fucking nipples.” He dipped his head and pulled one into his mouth as my head dropped back. I held his head to my chest, tossing his ‘Dawson Delivers’ baseball cap to the floor. My hips moved on their own, searching for a cock to fuck me into oblivion.

I needed to quench my thirst first. I’d never been so fucking thirsty for cum before.

It’d been months since anyone touched me like this. Not since my husband’s descent into the rabbit hole of religious zeal and celibacy. His vow to the Church of Absolution sentenced us both to a sexless life of misery.

It wasn’t my vow.

I pulled him off my tit and kissed him, quick and hard, before dropping to my knees and pushing his jeans to the floor. No boxers. No briefs. The man was not only going commando, his package needed extra postage.

“Holy shit,” my tongue swiped the head of his cock, “you’ve got a gorgeous cock.” I stroked his velvety length, nails grazing the soft skin. Eyes locked on his, I kissed his cock before opening my lips and pulling him into my mouth. A growl rumbled through his chest.

He leaned back against the wall, hands stroking my hair, and gave himself over to the wet heat of my mouth. Relaxed, he pushed into my mouth as my tongue lapped at the sensitive spot on the underside of his shaft. I hummed as my lips tightened around his mushroom cap, sucking him in with short, shallow bobs of my head.

Taboo.

Forbidden.

Illicit.

And exactly what I needed.

Fingers digging into his taut ass, I pushed him into my mouth, savoring the feel of his cock sliding down my throat. He hit the back of my throat. I pulled my mouth off him, placing a kiss to the slit at the tip and licking my way down to the root.

Sitting back on my heels, I peered up at him from beneath my lashes. Licked my lips. Cupped my lust-heavy tits. Pinched my nipples, sending a flood of arousal to my pussy.

He dragged his hand down my face, cupping my cheek and running his thumb across my lips. Lust and surprise lit his eyes.

I wrapped my tongue around his thumb, pulling it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and sucking on it. His eyes slipped closed. My hand slipped down, fingers pushing between my folds to rub my clit. Slow, torturous circles skirting around my sensitive bean.

Eyes dark and glossy, I leaned in and licked around his cocks head. He groaned. Hands fisting my hair, he guided my mouth to his cock. Lips pulled back, jaw slack, I slurped him in, balls deep. A quick swallow and his tangy pre-cum slid down my throat.

I loved his take-charge energy and flavorful spunk. My fingers dove into my cunt. Two thrusting into me like a cock and my thumb twirling around my clit.

He held my head, hips pumping his cock into my mouth. I finger-banged myself. In the front hall of my marital home.

Not that the thought deterred me. Drove me harder, in fact.

Balls slapping off my chin, my one hand holding his ass firmly, he face-fucked me. Not hard and furious, like a porno. Firm and sweet. A man wanting to give, and receive, pleasure.

The squelching of my juices drove us both higher and further. I pulled my fingers from my channel and teased my clit. Pulled my little nub. Pinched it. Ran circles around it, edging myself closer and closer to what was going to be a fucking amazing orgasm.

We stared into each other’s eyes. That all-encompassing, ‘I’ve got you’ look long-time lovers have.

I could do this every day. Thoughts of making this a regular thing flashed across my mind as my eyes widened, and I screamed around his cock, my building release washing over me. Wave after wave of mind-numbing ecstasy dripping onto the floor.

“Fuck, Mrs. Lipton. Fuck.” Desperate, breath hitching, he moaned and groaned as I worked him over, mouth determined to make him cum. Hips snapping. Cock twitching in my mouth. He stopped, held me still, and thrust himself into my mouth until he threw his head back with a grunt.

Cheeks hollowed, I sucked every drop of his seed into my mouth. I dragged him from my mouth, humming as he growled his approval, and showed him the load he’d left me with.

He dropped to his knees, grabbed my cheeks, and kissed me, sucking and licking up his cum from my mouth.

Ho-lee fu-u-u-ck. I sat in a puddle of my own juices as he worshiped my mouth with his.

Foreheads together, trying to catch our breath. We smiled at one another. He touched a chaste kiss to my lips, picked me up and carried me into the dining room, laying me on the table.

“I’ll be right back, beautiful.” I heard him running the water in the powder room. Felt the warm cloth between my legs, hissing at the aftershock from my swollen, satisfied pussy.

He kissed me again, running his hands over my curves, his eyes admiring the trail his fingers left. Steamy kisses dropped to my shoulders, my breasts, my belly and my mound, left me boneless and trembling.

One last kiss, his tongue warring with mine, and he put his baseball cap back on his head and headed to the door.

“I’ve got deliveries to make, beautiful.” He brushed a lock of hair from my face. “How about I bring you something tomorrow, too?”

“I’d love that, sexy beard.” We nodded to one another, and he was gone. I waved him off and sat at my desk. Laptop in front of me, I clicked my online shopping app open.

Time to arrange another date.