Chapter 72

Megan backed him up towards the bedroom, her swaying hips didn’t help matters and he wished he could rip his damn jeans off, it was killing him!

 He felt his knees against the bed. She gave him one shove and he landed with a whoosh on his back. Standing at the edge of the bed with her hands on her hips made her seem like a witch ready to cast her spell on him. Her breasts were jutting up and down, a film of sweat glistened on the mounds and he felt the need to lick it off, knowing that somehow she wouldn’t allow it. Lust was now a hard lump in his stomach.

She lowered herself to the bed, crawling slowly towards him, her eyes burning into his. Her movements were catlike, she was stalking him like a panther would stalk its prey.

His hands took hold of the covers beneath him, he was pulsing with excitement. His brain was humming as the blood rushed towards his brain.

Her hands gripped the waistband of his jeans, the snapping sound of the button and then the slow ground noise as his zipper was pulled downwards sounded deafening in the silent room.

Mere seconds later and he laid exposed to her stare, completely at her mercy.  Megan’s somewhat clouded mind relished at his perfection. A strand of hair laid carelessly over one eye, his eyes were dark pools of lust, solid hard shoulders strained slightly at his harsh breathing. The muscles in his arms bunched as he gripped the sheet, his legs were slightly apart, his member fully erect.

Jon watched as she slid the panties from her hips, unclasped her bra, flinging it to the floor. The movement made her breasts jingle and his mouth watered. She straddled his lower legs and slid herself upwards, her wetness rubbed over his legs.

“Oohhh baby, you are so ready for me…”

Megan shook her head.

“Not yet.”

Her hands moved towards his furry torso, kneading his pecs languorously. Hot wetness closed over his member. Jon reared from the mattress.

“Oh fuck baby!”

She took him into her mouth as deep as it could go, her tongue swirling over the wet tip. One hand stroked him deeply while her mouth sucked and teased. She could taste his saltiness and it enhanced her pleasure even more. Hips began to move in rhythm with her mouth, his hands tangled in her hair, the growls coming from him gave her immense satisfaction. She had him where she wanted him, mindless and panting.

His shaft pulsed into her mouth, the end was near. She wasn’t about to give him release just yet and let it slip from her mouth.

Jon was just about ready to tear the sheets to shreds when her betrayal soaked into his mind. She was making sure he would beg, damn she was a witch!

“Not so fast Bongiovi…you haven’t screamed my name yet…”

“Fuck you’re a tease. I could throw you down and have my way with you, you know that don’t you?”

“Don’t even try it…you WILL be sorry.”

She moved upwards, his shaft nestled between her breasts. Jon almost split his lip as he bit down, she knew all the moves to drive him to the brink of insanity. She rubbed him between her breasts while she moved up and down.

She saw the battle in Jon’s eyes. He was ready to surrender, he just didn’t have the courage to voice it yet, maybe he needed a bit of persuasion.

“You can’t fight it Jon.”