were
staring into the center of a flame, the blue growing and licking at the dark of
her pupils. Her palms pressed his into the carpet as she angled forward,
dangling her breasts over his waiting mouth like low-hanging fruit. He sucked
one peach nipple, dragging his tongue ring over the sensitive skin until he’d
taken half her breast into his mouth.
“Moan for me,” he breathed against her flesh.
A cry ripped from her throat. She pulled a hand free and
laid it against the side of his face, directing him with the pressure of her
gaze. “How does my skin taste?” Her nails grazed his temple when he skimmed the
ring against her swollen nipple. “Do you like sucking my tits, Justin?” The
question ended on a whimper.
Between the sound of her husky voice, the tight bud pressed
against his tongue, and the slippery cream trickling over his cock, how the
hell was he supposed to remember his promise not to want more than she could
give? She made him crave all her tomorrows. One day with her would never be
enough.
“You’re delicious.” She cried out again as he bit down and
marked her skin. “Just like that sweet pussy of yours. Better than any whipped
cream in the world.”
She released a strangled half laugh. “You say the most
flattering things.”
“Glad you approve.”
“I do. But I’d rather your mouth be busy doing something
other than talking.”
“Oh yeah? What would that be?”
She moved higher up his belly, trailing her enticing wetness
as she forced more of her flesh into his mouth. “Take a guess. It involves that
tongue ring and a waterfall.” She grinned. “Least it feels that way to me right
now.”
He reached down to cup her ass, spreading his fingers wide
to encompass as much of the perfect handfuls as he could. One finger slipped
lower, searching out the source of the flood his mouth watered to taste. She
wiggled to give him room, and he speared her with his fingertip. God, so
fucking hot. Her inner walls rippled to hold him inside as he drew more
strongly on her breast, taking his cues from the liquid coursing down his
knuckles. He pushed against the swollen ridge of flesh and reveled in her
gasps.
Her trembling knees locked around his sides as she rode his
finger, her delicate tissues clenching from the orgasm shuddering through her
body. She threw back her head and bore down against him, moaning her
displeasure when his teeth released her reddened nipple.
Enough was enough. If he didn’t get her pussy in his mouth,
he’d lose his damn mind.
He grasped her hips and pulled her forward on his chest
until she was straddling his head. Even smelling her fresh climax made his
balls feel on the verge of bursting. He pressed the flat of his tongue against
her distended clit. More juice exploded on his tongue as she pinned his left
hand against the carpet.
“Yes, God yes. Suck me.”
He already was. Hard.
Their fingers tangled desperately. No matter what he did to
her, she bent her body to maintain her grip on his hand. That she fought to
hold on to him only increased his own need.
“I’m so close. It feels so good.”
For me too baby ,
he wanted to say, but he couldn’t drag his mouth away long enough to speak.
Trying to slow things down, he probed her with the tip of
his tongue, fucking her slit as gently as he could manage when his cock was
about to spontaneously combust. As soon as he pressed his ring against her
still quivering flesh, she started to come again, her hips bucking against his
face in complete abandon.
“God, yes. Justin. Don’t stop. Just like that.”
He drank her down, swallowing every drop until all he could
smell, all he could taste was Kylie. She was inside him, ruling him. Driving
him past everything he’d known before.
She finally crawled away. Still panting, he turned his head
and tried to focus his blurry eyes on the fire. His lungs ached with his held
breaths, and his cock was so hard a single touch would make him blow. Seemingly
oblivious to
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