shoulders through his hoodie. Ren sucked at her, his stiffened tongue flicking over her hardened clit before he shifted lower, clamping down over her opening and sucking. The needy grunts he made fired her up, and McKenna rode his face, bucking into him, pushing him deeper when he attempted to retreat.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had someone else do for her, see to her needs. She took care of herself, brought herself to climax in the private of her bed or shower. But here Ren was, giving her what she needed without asking what that was.
Selfless with the pleasure.
That turned her on even more and cream flowed from her onto his tongue. Ren lapped it all with a groan, fingers pushing into her pussy.
“Fuck.” The word burst from her as he sank two digits deep, digging at her, ferreting out even more moisture, more heat. “Ren.” The whimpers should have embarrassed her, but not then. She threw her head back, banging it against the door, and offered herself up. She didn’t know if they’d have another chance, a second chance at this. Better make the most of it. She didn’t know what made Ren change his mind about fucking with her, but she was in no mood to question any of it.
He attacked her clit, sending pleasure-pain shooting down to her toes, as he finger-fucked her with three digits. She was so wet, juices flowed down her thighs, the explicit sounds mingling with his grunts and her moans.
He worked her cunt over, sinking those crafty fingers deep and twisting them, pegging her spot each and every time. She clamped down around him, making her muscles contract and Ren hiss. As she watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, he removed the fingers slowly and brought them to his mouth, sucking off her cream with loud smacks of his lips.
The patch remained over his eye and she wanted to yank it off, to see all of him like she had no doubt he was seeing all of her right then. But she didn’t. Other than the sound she made eating her like a man starved for sustenance, he didn’t speak and she was good with that.
After cleaning off his fingers, Ren leaned forward again, this time positioning himself so it appeared McKenna was prone over his face. She took full advantage, grabbing on to his hair while his tongue worked its magic, dipping in and out of her pussy.
Ren inserted two fingers along with his tongue, and this time the pleasure brought tears to her eyes. Her body shook with it, violent shudders that made her teeth chatter. She sat on his face, toes grazing the floor, and rode his tongue. Up and down, gentle at first then rougher, she took him, his tongue and his fingers. He curved his digits, skating them over her spot.
“Oh. Oh God.” Too much. Not enough. She vacillated between wanting to hold out for more and succumbing to the orgasm that burned its way through her veins. She wanted to come in his mouth, on his face, mark him in a way she’d never done. She ached all over, from her scalp to her toes, but nowhere as brightly as her cunt where he feasted. Like he never wanted to let go, never wanted to ease up.
McKenna cupped her tits, pinching the nipples with a groan. She swiveled her hips, struggling to spread her thighs wider somehow, to get him there. To keep him trapped.
“Want to come,” she whispered brokenly. “On your face, in your mouth.”
His mouth closed around her core, sucked hard, and she spasmed violently, coming undone with the press of a finger over her ass. The orgasm rushed through her, fire-hot. McKenna cried out, bucking hard. Ren held her, strong hands clamped down on her thighs, keeping her where he wanted her, over his face, in his mouth.
She shook. The hard door at her back bit into her shoulder, cutting and sharp. Sweat slid down her spine into the crack of her ass, and her heartbeat loud, deafening. McKenna couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t lift her eyelids to look down. Ren gentled his touch, wet tongue pushing through her sensitive folds with
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had someone else do for her, see to her needs. She took care of herself, brought herself to climax in the private of her bed or shower. But here Ren was, giving her what she needed without asking what that was.
Selfless with the pleasure.
That turned her on even more and cream flowed from her onto his tongue. Ren lapped it all with a groan, fingers pushing into her pussy.
“Fuck.” The word burst from her as he sank two digits deep, digging at her, ferreting out even more moisture, more heat. “Ren.” The whimpers should have embarrassed her, but not then. She threw her head back, banging it against the door, and offered herself up. She didn’t know if they’d have another chance, a second chance at this. Better make the most of it. She didn’t know what made Ren change his mind about fucking with her, but she was in no mood to question any of it.
He attacked her clit, sending pleasure-pain shooting down to her toes, as he finger-fucked her with three digits. She was so wet, juices flowed down her thighs, the explicit sounds mingling with his grunts and her moans.
He worked her cunt over, sinking those crafty fingers deep and twisting them, pegging her spot each and every time. She clamped down around him, making her muscles contract and Ren hiss. As she watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, he removed the fingers slowly and brought them to his mouth, sucking off her cream with loud smacks of his lips.
The patch remained over his eye and she wanted to yank it off, to see all of him like she had no doubt he was seeing all of her right then. But she didn’t. Other than the sound she made eating her like a man starved for sustenance, he didn’t speak and she was good with that.
After cleaning off his fingers, Ren leaned forward again, this time positioning himself so it appeared McKenna was prone over his face. She took full advantage, grabbing on to his hair while his tongue worked its magic, dipping in and out of her pussy.
Ren inserted two fingers along with his tongue, and this time the pleasure brought tears to her eyes. Her body shook with it, violent shudders that made her teeth chatter. She sat on his face, toes grazing the floor, and rode his tongue. Up and down, gentle at first then rougher, she took him, his tongue and his fingers. He curved his digits, skating them over her spot.
“Oh. Oh God.” Too much. Not enough. She vacillated between wanting to hold out for more and succumbing to the orgasm that burned its way through her veins. She wanted to come in his mouth, on his face, mark him in a way she’d never done. She ached all over, from her scalp to her toes, but nowhere as brightly as her cunt where he feasted. Like he never wanted to let go, never wanted to ease up.
McKenna cupped her tits, pinching the nipples with a groan. She swiveled her hips, struggling to spread her thighs wider somehow, to get him there. To keep him trapped.
“Want to come,” she whispered brokenly. “On your face, in your mouth.”
His mouth closed around her core, sucked hard, and she spasmed violently, coming undone with the press of a finger over her ass. The orgasm rushed through her, fire-hot. McKenna cried out, bucking hard. Ren held her, strong hands clamped down on her thighs, keeping her where he wanted her, over his face, in his mouth.
She shook. The hard door at her back bit into her shoulder, cutting and sharp. Sweat slid down her spine into the crack of her ass, and her heartbeat loud, deafening. McKenna couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t lift her eyelids to look down. Ren gentled his touch, wet tongue pushing through her sensitive folds with
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