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Authors: Rie Warren
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Hell, I did, too. I was almost all the way in love. And guess what? Surprise boner number three today.
Leta seethed in total humiliation but remained speechless. Speechless was a good look on her. She should try it out more often.
And with that I walked off with my arm slung around Ashe’s shoulder and all eyes on us.
“Hey, where the hell you goin’? She said she’d buy us drinks!” Handsome shouted.
“Dinner date, losers.” And just because I knew they were making obscene gestures at me behind my back, I flipped one bird then two at them without a single glance in their direction.
****
Dinner would come later.
Right now Ashe was up for sex, and I was absolutely cool with her marking her territory on me. Bite marks, fingernail scratches, maybe even more ink with her name on it.
Half an hour later, in my hotel room, she lay on top of me. My cock coated in her saliva and precome from the blowjob of the century thickened even more between her belly and my abs.
“What are you tryin’ to do to me, babe?”
“Fuck you.” She leaned down, her slow sultry kiss punctuated by her hand curving around my dick.
Yes to all that.
Lifting her hips as she straddled me, she pointed my cock along her wet slit. Damn, she was always on fire for me.
Ashe made sure my cockhead hit her clit as she worked over my rod, up and down. She was awesome at multitasking—kissing the hell out of me then nibbling the sensitive skin of my throat as she ripped a rubber open. One handed, she rolled it down, giving an extra eyeball-peeling pinch-twirl to my Prince Albert.
I fell back with a growl, losing the suction of her mouth. She made up for it by aligning my cock with her cunt.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned.
Bracing a palm on my chest, Ashe lowered herself onto me until I tunneled deep. The fist of her tight depths squeezed me as she threw her head back with a throaty moan of my name.
She moved on me, sexy, slow, languid. Every so often, she leaned down to kiss my lips, my jaw, my chin and neck and chest.
I held her hips, watching through half-closed eyes. “Goddamn but you look good.”
Her smile—slow and sensual—mirrored the motions of her body over mine. She ground her pelvis, hitting her clit on my pubes. I rocked up into her. I sat half up, holding her hair off her face and pulling one of her ripe nipples between my lips.
Christ, she knew how to fuck. Blonde hair, pink streaks, fine tits, the orange flowered tat dancing with every undulation.
We were hot and sticky, wet and slippery all over.
Ashe’s body wrenched tighter. Her thrusts grew shorter. Her gasps louder. Then she stretched over me, jamming down on my cock. She rode me fast and hard. My neck cranked back as I cupped her ass, basking in her orgasm, plunging into her pulsing cunt.
Her body shivered, shuddered, and she kept orgasming over me. The tight wet sleeve of her pussy took me on a wild ride until I was almost there with her. But not yet.
I rolled Ashe off me, onto all fours.
She trembled. Her body arched to take me. “Again?”
I got a good prime view of her glistening pussy, the full ass and long thighs framing the place I needed to be most. “Yeah.”
I thrust deep, one full-to-the-balls slam. I shouted as she creamed around me, the smooth channel of her body clamping down. I lunged deeper in this position, and I was not done yet. Her hair and her hip were my handholds. She bowed against me, the curve of her back the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. My piercings hit her g-spot this way, that way: faster, harder, nearly vibrating inside her cunt.
When she rose up, I ran my hands down her body. Her nipples, her clit, her slit split open by my cock.
She grabbed my thighs, then my ass, pulling me up into her with jarring thrusts.
“Yeah? Like that?” I grunted, voice hoarse, words coarse.
Ashe nodded, turning her face to mine. We kissed, tongues outside of our mouths, nothing more than panting, groaning, sheer need.
She fell forward, and I
Leta seethed in total humiliation but remained speechless. Speechless was a good look on her. She should try it out more often.
And with that I walked off with my arm slung around Ashe’s shoulder and all eyes on us.
“Hey, where the hell you goin’? She said she’d buy us drinks!” Handsome shouted.
“Dinner date, losers.” And just because I knew they were making obscene gestures at me behind my back, I flipped one bird then two at them without a single glance in their direction.
****
Dinner would come later.
Right now Ashe was up for sex, and I was absolutely cool with her marking her territory on me. Bite marks, fingernail scratches, maybe even more ink with her name on it.
Half an hour later, in my hotel room, she lay on top of me. My cock coated in her saliva and precome from the blowjob of the century thickened even more between her belly and my abs.
“What are you tryin’ to do to me, babe?”
“Fuck you.” She leaned down, her slow sultry kiss punctuated by her hand curving around my dick.
Yes to all that.
Lifting her hips as she straddled me, she pointed my cock along her wet slit. Damn, she was always on fire for me.
Ashe made sure my cockhead hit her clit as she worked over my rod, up and down. She was awesome at multitasking—kissing the hell out of me then nibbling the sensitive skin of my throat as she ripped a rubber open. One handed, she rolled it down, giving an extra eyeball-peeling pinch-twirl to my Prince Albert.
I fell back with a growl, losing the suction of her mouth. She made up for it by aligning my cock with her cunt.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned.
Bracing a palm on my chest, Ashe lowered herself onto me until I tunneled deep. The fist of her tight depths squeezed me as she threw her head back with a throaty moan of my name.
She moved on me, sexy, slow, languid. Every so often, she leaned down to kiss my lips, my jaw, my chin and neck and chest.
I held her hips, watching through half-closed eyes. “Goddamn but you look good.”
Her smile—slow and sensual—mirrored the motions of her body over mine. She ground her pelvis, hitting her clit on my pubes. I rocked up into her. I sat half up, holding her hair off her face and pulling one of her ripe nipples between my lips.
Christ, she knew how to fuck. Blonde hair, pink streaks, fine tits, the orange flowered tat dancing with every undulation.
We were hot and sticky, wet and slippery all over.
Ashe’s body wrenched tighter. Her thrusts grew shorter. Her gasps louder. Then she stretched over me, jamming down on my cock. She rode me fast and hard. My neck cranked back as I cupped her ass, basking in her orgasm, plunging into her pulsing cunt.
Her body shivered, shuddered, and she kept orgasming over me. The tight wet sleeve of her pussy took me on a wild ride until I was almost there with her. But not yet.
I rolled Ashe off me, onto all fours.
She trembled. Her body arched to take me. “Again?”
I got a good prime view of her glistening pussy, the full ass and long thighs framing the place I needed to be most. “Yeah.”
I thrust deep, one full-to-the-balls slam. I shouted as she creamed around me, the smooth channel of her body clamping down. I lunged deeper in this position, and I was not done yet. Her hair and her hip were my handholds. She bowed against me, the curve of her back the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. My piercings hit her g-spot this way, that way: faster, harder, nearly vibrating inside her cunt.
When she rose up, I ran my hands down her body. Her nipples, her clit, her slit split open by my cock.
She grabbed my thighs, then my ass, pulling me up into her with jarring thrusts.
“Yeah? Like that?” I grunted, voice hoarse, words coarse.
Ashe nodded, turning her face to mine. We kissed, tongues outside of our mouths, nothing more than panting, groaning, sheer need.
She fell forward, and I
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