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She cupped him gently, looking at him like he was a treat she had been offered after a long fast. She licked her lips, and he nearly spent right there and then.
And when she darted her tongue out and swirled it slowly around the head of his cock, his knees buckled and he had to reach back and balance himself on the bed before he finished stripping his shirt away. She sucked his cock into her mouth and at the same time slid a hand up his hip to stroke her hand over the hard muscles of his stomach.
He clenched at the bed with a groan. God damn, she was good at this. She took him deep into her throat and back again, using her tongue to lave him even as she popped him away from her lips. She looked up, and the wickedness of her stare was a challenge and a promise he could hardly ignore.
Slowly, she took him again, gripping the base of his cock in one firm hand, licking and stroking, dragging him toward release. He stared at her, eyes closed, humming pleasure deep in her throat, and he realized this was how she maintained control. Distance. She pleasured and knew that with most men they didn’t care about anything else.
He shouldn’t have, but he did care. He wanted more than her mind-blowing mouth. He wanted her purring beneath him, above him. He wanted her begging. He just wanted her.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
She froze, looking up his body slowly. She sucked just a fraction before she popped him from her lips. “You don’t want this?”
“I want you ,” he said, sitting down on the bed and pulling her to stand before him. He put a hand behind her knee and dragged it onto the bed next to his hip.
She smiled and straddled him, lifting straight on her knees so that she was slightly above him. She didn’t lower her body onto his cock yet, but instead reached up into her hair and pulled a few pins loose to clatter on the floor. The mass of thick, dark, perfumed locks came down around her shoulders, her breasts, his face.
Violet’s gaze stayed on his, unwavering, unflinching as she lowered herself onto his waiting erection. As he entered her, they both shuddered, her hands coming to grip his shoulders. Normally pain would burn from his injury at such a touch, but for now he was too focused on her welcoming slit to care.
Once she was fully seated, he reached out and tugged her legs out from under her, forcing her to lock them around his back. They were face-to-face, nose-to-nose as he thrust up and growled out a noise of possessive pleasure.
Her head tilted back as she ground her hips against him, panting and mewling with every thrust. He cupped her backside, pulling her closer, guiding her movements, pounding and reaching to go deeper, to pull more from their joined bodies.
He could tell when she was close to orgasm. Her back arched and her gaze became clouded and distant. Her pulse throbbed as she slammed her hips to his. Finally, with a cry of his name, she buried her face in his neck and sobbed as her pussy clenched his in an erratic, wild rhythm. She pulled at him, milking him, and his balls tightened as his own orgasm loomed. He held back, trying to work her through pleasure as long as he could.
But when he could take it no more, he stood up, turning to place her on the bed, and pulled out to spill his seed with a growling cry of utter satisfaction. He collapsed over her, showering kisses along her neck and chest, cupping her breasts, stroking his hands over her hips, her legs, as if he could memorize her lines to savor in his mind later.
She held him close, dragging her fingernails along his spine as her breath slowed. She sighed, content as he rolled for a better position on the bed. Stretching like a cat, she moved to rest her head on his chest and smiled up at him.
“I might like being told what to do after all.”
She teased but those words did so much to him. Too much.
He looked down at her in all her exotic beauty. “How did a woman like you become a courtesan?” he asked.
She
She cupped him gently, looking at him like he was a treat she had been offered after a long fast. She licked her lips, and he nearly spent right there and then.
And when she darted her tongue out and swirled it slowly around the head of his cock, his knees buckled and he had to reach back and balance himself on the bed before he finished stripping his shirt away. She sucked his cock into her mouth and at the same time slid a hand up his hip to stroke her hand over the hard muscles of his stomach.
He clenched at the bed with a groan. God damn, she was good at this. She took him deep into her throat and back again, using her tongue to lave him even as she popped him away from her lips. She looked up, and the wickedness of her stare was a challenge and a promise he could hardly ignore.
Slowly, she took him again, gripping the base of his cock in one firm hand, licking and stroking, dragging him toward release. He stared at her, eyes closed, humming pleasure deep in her throat, and he realized this was how she maintained control. Distance. She pleasured and knew that with most men they didn’t care about anything else.
He shouldn’t have, but he did care. He wanted more than her mind-blowing mouth. He wanted her purring beneath him, above him. He wanted her begging. He just wanted her.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
She froze, looking up his body slowly. She sucked just a fraction before she popped him from her lips. “You don’t want this?”
“I want you ,” he said, sitting down on the bed and pulling her to stand before him. He put a hand behind her knee and dragged it onto the bed next to his hip.
She smiled and straddled him, lifting straight on her knees so that she was slightly above him. She didn’t lower her body onto his cock yet, but instead reached up into her hair and pulled a few pins loose to clatter on the floor. The mass of thick, dark, perfumed locks came down around her shoulders, her breasts, his face.
Violet’s gaze stayed on his, unwavering, unflinching as she lowered herself onto his waiting erection. As he entered her, they both shuddered, her hands coming to grip his shoulders. Normally pain would burn from his injury at such a touch, but for now he was too focused on her welcoming slit to care.
Once she was fully seated, he reached out and tugged her legs out from under her, forcing her to lock them around his back. They were face-to-face, nose-to-nose as he thrust up and growled out a noise of possessive pleasure.
Her head tilted back as she ground her hips against him, panting and mewling with every thrust. He cupped her backside, pulling her closer, guiding her movements, pounding and reaching to go deeper, to pull more from their joined bodies.
He could tell when she was close to orgasm. Her back arched and her gaze became clouded and distant. Her pulse throbbed as she slammed her hips to his. Finally, with a cry of his name, she buried her face in his neck and sobbed as her pussy clenched his in an erratic, wild rhythm. She pulled at him, milking him, and his balls tightened as his own orgasm loomed. He held back, trying to work her through pleasure as long as he could.
But when he could take it no more, he stood up, turning to place her on the bed, and pulled out to spill his seed with a growling cry of utter satisfaction. He collapsed over her, showering kisses along her neck and chest, cupping her breasts, stroking his hands over her hips, her legs, as if he could memorize her lines to savor in his mind later.
She held him close, dragging her fingernails along his spine as her breath slowed. She sighed, content as he rolled for a better position on the bed. Stretching like a cat, she moved to rest her head on his chest and smiled up at him.
“I might like being told what to do after all.”
She teased but those words did so much to him. Too much.
He looked down at her in all her exotic beauty. “How did a woman like you become a courtesan?” he asked.
She
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