Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Veintícuatro

WARNING this chapter contains 18+ content: unprotected sex, oral. This is fiction and definitely not educational. Be responsible, be mature. Skip chapter if you feel uncomfortable.

"But that piece of lingerie will look even better on the floor. Get in my lap."

Farah rose an eyebrow at him, gnawing at her bottom lip at the sight of the cocky grin on his handsome face. "What's the rush now, Pierre?" She hummed, gliding her fingertips from the side of her breasts to her waist and her hips. "We have all night," she purred, one of her hands flat against his chest pushed him back, and Pierre chuckled, leaning on his hands while she crawled into his lap. "And I didn't just get dressed up for you to rip it off within seconds," Farah continued, her thighs straddling him. "Be patient, and you'll get to see all of me," she breathed against his lips, making him let out a low groan. "I want all of you," Pierre muttered, stealing a kiss from her lips as he leaned up. Her hands cupped his cheeks, feeling the rough stubble of his facial hair against her palms and fingertips while she kissed him. Her tongue traced his lower lip, and he let her deepen the kiss. He closed his eyes, endorphins filling his veins, the adrenaline of being with her quickening his heart rate. One of his hands moved into her hair, feeling the silken strands twirling down her back.

His fingers got caught in it, however she didn't mind, a smile sensible against her mouth when he continued to kiss her. His hand slid down her lower back, finding the delicate lace of her lingerie, before it moved to her ass. Farah's nails tickled him a little when her fingers fumbled with the hem of his team wear shirt, the material supple and smooth when she moved it upwards, and her fingers traced the defined muscles of his abdomen. Pierre moaned against her lips, his tongue joining the sway of hers, and he was sure his lips were red and bee-stung. They parted, slightly breathless, as Farah now took the hem of his shirt and lifted it up to take it over his head, away from his body. There would never be a day when she'd not stare at his amazing physique. Her hands moved over his pecs, his skin soft and warm, muscles tensing slightly when her fingertips wandered over them. Pierre leaned up to capture her lips between his again, but she guided him further back till he was laying flat on the mattress. Her hair fell down around them, briefly on his face, and they laughed.

"I love you," Pierre hummed, not resisting kissing her once more. "I love you too," Farah replied, the words making the butterflies flutter around in his stomach. Farah kissed his cheek before moving her lips to his neck, smelling his delicious cologne while she trailed her mouth down his throat. Her hips slowly started to grind into his crotch, making him grunt as her teeth nibbled the sensitive skin over his pulse. She was careful not to leave a love bite, and her lips continued their path to his chest, down his abdomen and the beautiful v-lines that were sharply sketched onto his body. Pierre felt his blood flowing south, a hot coil tightening in his lower abdomen, and his erection pushed against the zipper of his ripped jeans. The way she looked up at him when her fingers unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them, was enough to make him throb in his underwear. Farah licked her lips as his erection slapped up against his pelvis, a shiver running up his spine when she flattened her tongue against it, dragging it to the crown of his shaft. Her lips parted further, the head of his cock resting on her tongue before it swirled around it.

"Shit, Farah," Pierre cursed, his head briefly thrown back when her mouth sunk further down on him, taking more of him. Her tongue lapped at the thick vein on the underside, her hand wrapped around him to aid the movements of her mouth. Pierre reached down to gather her hair, keeping it away from her face. He loved the way her lips were wrapped around him when she slowly pulled back, the head of his cock slipping out of her mouth with a pop. Pierre moaned lowly, his abdomen tightening when she took him back in her mouth, her lips feeling like velvet against his shaft. Her cheeks hollowed, and her tongue kept stroking him, so heavenly as the tip hit the back of her throat. His hips bucked upwards a little, but he tried to control himself. Pierre's grunts and moans got louder, whimpering as he tried to keep quiet to listen to the sounds of her mouth on him, his cock sliding over her tongue, the slight gagging when he hit the back of her throat again. "Fuck," Pierre hummed as she lifted her mouth off of him, his cock throbbing slightly. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, neither of them caring when they kissed again right after.