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my knees, lining my mouth up with his cock, and nudge the slit of his underwear aside.
“Darling, you don’t have to—” His words are swallowed with a groan when I touch the tip of my tongue to the head of his dick. “Oh fuck, dear Jesus, yes.”
The flesh is warm and silky and I run my mouth along it. Pop the tip between my lips and give a little suck.
His hips buck a fraction before he catches himself and stills, and he reaches down to bury his hands in my hair.
The gestures are encouraging enough to make me want to try more. I drop my jaw as wide as I can and push his cock deeper into my throat. It fills my mouth, with a little pre-come dripping onto my tongue. I lick, suck, swallow.
He begins to pump my mouth, just a touch, not enough to choke me. I feel my pussy growing soaked from giving him pleasure and I reach down to stroke myself as I lick him. I nudge the fabric down to my knees and touch my clit. I’m slippery wet, my fingers dancing along the hard nub.
That dark pulse pounds from my pussy to my lower belly, out to my fingers and toes. Could I come like this?
I get explorative with my blowjob and pull off him completely, then slide my wet mouth along the underside of his cock. His legs tighten, the muscles clenching visibly, and he gasps.
“Fuck, Brooklyn,” he says as he grips my shoulders and then tugs me to standing. His eyes are wild now, and it makes me feel wild and bold and wanton. He pushes me until I’m lying on the bed and strips my panties off the rest of the way, then my bra.
When he removes his boxer briefs then lies on top of me, I moan at the sensation of our bodies completely naked. It’s decadent and intoxicating. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and feel his cock resting heavy on my stomach.
Jax moves his head down until our mouths are just a breath apart. “I’m not coming until you do, Brooklyn. Now I want you to spread those legs wide for me, because I’m going to lick your cunt so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
Jax
I ’ve always said that licking a woman’s pussy is the hottest thing ever.
I was wrong. Because licking one particular woman’s pussy—Brooklyn, to be specific—is the hottest thing ever, and it puts all other women I’ve ever been with to shame. Makes me forget what anyone else tasted like, felt like.
I glide my tongue along the plump curves of her labia, and she sighs and spreads her legs wide for me. No bashfulness, no reserve. She’s dripping wet, her juices coating my mouth. So fucking eager, so hungry to be pleased. My blood slams through my veins in an almost painful throb. God, I want to be inside her so badly it hurts. I can feel my dick pulsing against her leg. Precome is starting to leak onto her bare flesh.
She gives an innocent sigh and tunnels her fingers in my hair, tugging me closer to her cunt. “Oh God, wow, that feels…wow, I’ve never had this done before…”
She’s never been eaten out? Like, ever?
Fuck.
Me.
The fact that I’m the first man to ever taste her in this way makes something primal roar to the surface. I want to own her, be the only man to ever have her in this way. It’s an odd reaction for me, almost uncomfortable in its possessiveness, but I try not to focus on that.
I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, smirking when she thrusts her hips toward my mouth. Obviously she’s enjoying it. She’s moaning and writhing from my unceasing ministrations.
I slide two fingers into her hot pussy and begin to stroke. Fuck, how did I forget how tight she is? Tight and wet, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.
Her moans turn to desperate gasps, and she grips my hair and fucks my face, and suddenly it’s my life’s mission to give this girl the most fucking amazing orgasm she’s ever had in her life. Her juices are all over my mouth, her pussy is swollen and warm, and I’m so fucking horny I can’t stand it.
It’s difficult to shove my needs aside, but this is her moment. I’m
“Darling, you don’t have to—” His words are swallowed with a groan when I touch the tip of my tongue to the head of his dick. “Oh fuck, dear Jesus, yes.”
The flesh is warm and silky and I run my mouth along it. Pop the tip between my lips and give a little suck.
His hips buck a fraction before he catches himself and stills, and he reaches down to bury his hands in my hair.
The gestures are encouraging enough to make me want to try more. I drop my jaw as wide as I can and push his cock deeper into my throat. It fills my mouth, with a little pre-come dripping onto my tongue. I lick, suck, swallow.
He begins to pump my mouth, just a touch, not enough to choke me. I feel my pussy growing soaked from giving him pleasure and I reach down to stroke myself as I lick him. I nudge the fabric down to my knees and touch my clit. I’m slippery wet, my fingers dancing along the hard nub.
That dark pulse pounds from my pussy to my lower belly, out to my fingers and toes. Could I come like this?
I get explorative with my blowjob and pull off him completely, then slide my wet mouth along the underside of his cock. His legs tighten, the muscles clenching visibly, and he gasps.
“Fuck, Brooklyn,” he says as he grips my shoulders and then tugs me to standing. His eyes are wild now, and it makes me feel wild and bold and wanton. He pushes me until I’m lying on the bed and strips my panties off the rest of the way, then my bra.
When he removes his boxer briefs then lies on top of me, I moan at the sensation of our bodies completely naked. It’s decadent and intoxicating. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and feel his cock resting heavy on my stomach.
Jax moves his head down until our mouths are just a breath apart. “I’m not coming until you do, Brooklyn. Now I want you to spread those legs wide for me, because I’m going to lick your cunt so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
Jax
I ’ve always said that licking a woman’s pussy is the hottest thing ever.
I was wrong. Because licking one particular woman’s pussy—Brooklyn, to be specific—is the hottest thing ever, and it puts all other women I’ve ever been with to shame. Makes me forget what anyone else tasted like, felt like.
I glide my tongue along the plump curves of her labia, and she sighs and spreads her legs wide for me. No bashfulness, no reserve. She’s dripping wet, her juices coating my mouth. So fucking eager, so hungry to be pleased. My blood slams through my veins in an almost painful throb. God, I want to be inside her so badly it hurts. I can feel my dick pulsing against her leg. Precome is starting to leak onto her bare flesh.
She gives an innocent sigh and tunnels her fingers in my hair, tugging me closer to her cunt. “Oh God, wow, that feels…wow, I’ve never had this done before…”
She’s never been eaten out? Like, ever?
Fuck.
Me.
The fact that I’m the first man to ever taste her in this way makes something primal roar to the surface. I want to own her, be the only man to ever have her in this way. It’s an odd reaction for me, almost uncomfortable in its possessiveness, but I try not to focus on that.
I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, smirking when she thrusts her hips toward my mouth. Obviously she’s enjoying it. She’s moaning and writhing from my unceasing ministrations.
I slide two fingers into her hot pussy and begin to stroke. Fuck, how did I forget how tight she is? Tight and wet, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.
Her moans turn to desperate gasps, and she grips my hair and fucks my face, and suddenly it’s my life’s mission to give this girl the most fucking amazing orgasm she’s ever had in her life. Her juices are all over my mouth, her pussy is swollen and warm, and I’m so fucking horny I can’t stand it.
It’s difficult to shove my needs aside, but this is her moment. I’m
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