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to quench this unabating longing that had awoken inside of me. I just wanted to feel good...
Ace moaned softly as I mashed my lips against his. He reacted immediately, his hand sliding behind my head as he kissed me back. I forced my tongue into his mouth and swirled my tongue around his. The taste of his lips and the familiar scent of his minty deodorant finally tamed the aching fissure he'd instilled inside of me when he left. It was like he'd returned a piece of the puzzle I'd never even known was missing.
The bristles of his beard felt softer than they looked, grazing against my chin and the space above my upper lip. Without saying a word, I climbed on top of him and yanked the lever underneath him, pushing his seat down in full-recline. The tip of his stiff cock prodded at my thigh, suffocating in the tent of his jeans.
As he reached under my tank top and unclasped my bra, I unzipped his pants and unearthed his cock. I wrapped my hands around his warm, thick member and stroked him, feeling every pulsing vein in my hand. While he caressed my breasts and tweaked my nipples between his fingers, I ogled at his saluting length.
It was a shade lighter than the rest of his body, untouched by the sun. The sight of it was almost mesmerizing. What I wouldn't give to feel this length easing its way through my tender lips, filling me up until I'd lost my will to think.
I leaned forward and lifted myself from his lap. His thick, rough fingers hooked into the waistline of my leggings. He slowly peeled them down my trembling thighs as he planted a trail of soft kisses from my ear to my collarbone. Our husky, shivering breaths mingled with the sounds of squeaking leather.
He pushed aside my panties, finding the long-neglected pearl quivering above my cunt...
Chapter Eleven: Brooklyn
2016
“Aww, yeah. Fuck, that's good.”
The perspiration that had accumulated on my hairline began to drip down my face, one bead at a time. My jaw was sore and the chords on my neck were starting to sting, but I persisted. My grip tightened around the girth of the throbbing, pink-tipped dick, pumping the length in and out of my mouth.
“I don't know what's gotten into you, but if this is your way of apologizing, you should piss me off more...”
I gazed up at Xavier. A few tears squeezed out from the corners of my pink eyes, but I wasn't entirely sure if they were from the strain of my sore mouth. He leaned against the exquisite carved mahogany of his front door, petting the back of my head absentmindedly. His handsome, clean-shaven face took turns slacking and rumpling in pleasure.
I closed my eyes, massaging his sack as my lips and tongue manipulated him in my mouth. But no matter how hard I willed myself to concentrate, I could almost feel Ace's strong grip around my waist, holding me close to him. And though my mouth and hands never stopped moving, my thoughts soon derailed.
My toes curled. Ace's tongue flicking in and out of my folds as I rode his face...The feel of his thick, fat cock squeezing past the drenched lips of my yearning cunt...The knee-weakening spasms that took over me as the tip of his cock tickled that vulnerable spot deep inside me...
Jolted by a sobering pang of guilt, my eyes sprang back open. I suddenly felt sick. Sick with shame and self-loathing. What the hell was wrong with me? Not only had I fucked up supremely and betrayed Xavier, I was fantasizing about the guy with my boyfriend's dick down my throat.
“Yeah, baby, I'm – I'm getting close. You ready to feel my hot load down your – ah, ow, ow, fuck!”
Xavier reeled backwards, a girlish yelp erupting from his mouth.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, plucking out the strands of his pubes caught between my front teeth. “I'm so sorry. Are you –”
“Goddamn it! I was so close, too – can't you do anything right?”
“It was an accident. I said I was...” I straightened up, my shoulders stiffening.
“So, are you gonna finish me off, or?”
I
Ace moaned softly as I mashed my lips against his. He reacted immediately, his hand sliding behind my head as he kissed me back. I forced my tongue into his mouth and swirled my tongue around his. The taste of his lips and the familiar scent of his minty deodorant finally tamed the aching fissure he'd instilled inside of me when he left. It was like he'd returned a piece of the puzzle I'd never even known was missing.
The bristles of his beard felt softer than they looked, grazing against my chin and the space above my upper lip. Without saying a word, I climbed on top of him and yanked the lever underneath him, pushing his seat down in full-recline. The tip of his stiff cock prodded at my thigh, suffocating in the tent of his jeans.
As he reached under my tank top and unclasped my bra, I unzipped his pants and unearthed his cock. I wrapped my hands around his warm, thick member and stroked him, feeling every pulsing vein in my hand. While he caressed my breasts and tweaked my nipples between his fingers, I ogled at his saluting length.
It was a shade lighter than the rest of his body, untouched by the sun. The sight of it was almost mesmerizing. What I wouldn't give to feel this length easing its way through my tender lips, filling me up until I'd lost my will to think.
I leaned forward and lifted myself from his lap. His thick, rough fingers hooked into the waistline of my leggings. He slowly peeled them down my trembling thighs as he planted a trail of soft kisses from my ear to my collarbone. Our husky, shivering breaths mingled with the sounds of squeaking leather.
He pushed aside my panties, finding the long-neglected pearl quivering above my cunt...
Chapter Eleven: Brooklyn
2016
“Aww, yeah. Fuck, that's good.”
The perspiration that had accumulated on my hairline began to drip down my face, one bead at a time. My jaw was sore and the chords on my neck were starting to sting, but I persisted. My grip tightened around the girth of the throbbing, pink-tipped dick, pumping the length in and out of my mouth.
“I don't know what's gotten into you, but if this is your way of apologizing, you should piss me off more...”
I gazed up at Xavier. A few tears squeezed out from the corners of my pink eyes, but I wasn't entirely sure if they were from the strain of my sore mouth. He leaned against the exquisite carved mahogany of his front door, petting the back of my head absentmindedly. His handsome, clean-shaven face took turns slacking and rumpling in pleasure.
I closed my eyes, massaging his sack as my lips and tongue manipulated him in my mouth. But no matter how hard I willed myself to concentrate, I could almost feel Ace's strong grip around my waist, holding me close to him. And though my mouth and hands never stopped moving, my thoughts soon derailed.
My toes curled. Ace's tongue flicking in and out of my folds as I rode his face...The feel of his thick, fat cock squeezing past the drenched lips of my yearning cunt...The knee-weakening spasms that took over me as the tip of his cock tickled that vulnerable spot deep inside me...
Jolted by a sobering pang of guilt, my eyes sprang back open. I suddenly felt sick. Sick with shame and self-loathing. What the hell was wrong with me? Not only had I fucked up supremely and betrayed Xavier, I was fantasizing about the guy with my boyfriend's dick down my throat.
“Yeah, baby, I'm – I'm getting close. You ready to feel my hot load down your – ah, ow, ow, fuck!”
Xavier reeled backwards, a girlish yelp erupting from his mouth.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, plucking out the strands of his pubes caught between my front teeth. “I'm so sorry. Are you –”
“Goddamn it! I was so close, too – can't you do anything right?”
“It was an accident. I said I was...” I straightened up, my shoulders stiffening.
“So, are you gonna finish me off, or?”
I
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