lashes at me, circling my tip, as she brings both hands up to wrap around the base of my cock and squeeze, just enough to cut off the blood flow, and make every lick, suck, and glide of her mouth feel ten times more powerful. When she starts to move faster, sucking hard as she goes, I know it won’t be long before she brings me to the finish.
I’m not ready to let this end yet.
I pull back on her hair, my eyes catching hers again. She frowns and tries to keep lapping at me, and seeing her so eager to make me come puts a grin on my face. “Not yet,” I say, and she actually straight-up pouts.
God, this woman.
“I want to taste you when I come,” I tell her, still staring into her eyes, and she shivers. I pull her onto the bed beside me and flip over top of her into a 69. Her eager lips latch around me almost instantly, and I bend down to run my tongue the whole length of her slit, savoring the taste of her wet, eager pussy. I delve into her, lapping at her walls, loving the muffled groan she makes, and the way her moan vibrates her throat around my cock. I lift one hand to part her lips and slide a finger inside as my tongue swirls around her clit.
Another moan from her rocks my hips against her mouth. Fuck . She pumps her mouth up and down my length, and I thrust into her mouth, unable to help myself. I lick her harder, faster, and drive my finger into her, one, then two, then three, pumping into her as I lavish her clit. For a second she breaks rhythm to gasp desperately, and then she swallows me again, working harder.
A few seconds more and we both groan against one another, her body shaking beneath me as the climax rocks through her, my ass clenching as I come deep in her mouth, and feel her swallow every ounce of it. Her tongue still flicks at my tip, and my cock jumps against her lips. I lick her again and grin as her tight walls convulse around my fingers.
Finally, I roll off of her, loving the sound of her sharp breathing, knowing I’m the one who made her gasp.
I sit upright and watch the distant streetlights through my open curtains play on her glistening skin, her breasts rising and falling with each inhale, her eyelids fluttering as she regains control of her limbs after that orgasm.
“Fuck,” she finally hisses, and I laugh.
“How did that feel?” I mold my body against hers, bent around her curves like she’s a puzzle piece I’m fitting into.
“I haven’t come like that in . . . well, ever.” She meets my eyes with a sparkle in hers.
“Well, then.” I dip down to press my nose to the curve of her neck, her sweet scent amplified now that she’s all hot and bothered. I lick her salty skin, the taste like caramels on my tongue, and lightly nip the crook of her neck. “It’s a good thing we’re just getting started.”
Chapter Twelve
Sloan
T he next day at work , I can’t fight the bounce that sneaks into my step. I feel like I’m floating around the diner on air. Even Rick, the grumpiest of our managers, can’t harsh my buzz when he asks what the fuck I keep smiling about. I just grin and tell him it’s my lucky week.
He rolls his eyes and mutters something about crazy girls as he stomps off to bark orders at the kitchen staff. Even that can’t burst my cloud.
I’m too busy reliving the night in lengthy detail, savoring the deep ache between my legs with every step that I take, like I can still feel the thick length of Gage’s cock buried to the hilt inside me as he fucked me against his studio wall, the mirror rocking on the wall beside us as I wrapped my legs around his waist and—
“What’s gotten into you?” Becca, the coffee counter girl, asks, startling me into awareness again. It takes me a few blinks staring at her before I realize she’s holding the round of lattes I asked her to prepare for a table full of hungover teenagers.
“Just had a good night,” I answer her, unable to wipe the stupid smile away.
She raises an eyebrow at me. “This
I’m not ready to let this end yet.
I pull back on her hair, my eyes catching hers again. She frowns and tries to keep lapping at me, and seeing her so eager to make me come puts a grin on my face. “Not yet,” I say, and she actually straight-up pouts.
God, this woman.
“I want to taste you when I come,” I tell her, still staring into her eyes, and she shivers. I pull her onto the bed beside me and flip over top of her into a 69. Her eager lips latch around me almost instantly, and I bend down to run my tongue the whole length of her slit, savoring the taste of her wet, eager pussy. I delve into her, lapping at her walls, loving the muffled groan she makes, and the way her moan vibrates her throat around my cock. I lift one hand to part her lips and slide a finger inside as my tongue swirls around her clit.
Another moan from her rocks my hips against her mouth. Fuck . She pumps her mouth up and down my length, and I thrust into her mouth, unable to help myself. I lick her harder, faster, and drive my finger into her, one, then two, then three, pumping into her as I lavish her clit. For a second she breaks rhythm to gasp desperately, and then she swallows me again, working harder.
A few seconds more and we both groan against one another, her body shaking beneath me as the climax rocks through her, my ass clenching as I come deep in her mouth, and feel her swallow every ounce of it. Her tongue still flicks at my tip, and my cock jumps against her lips. I lick her again and grin as her tight walls convulse around my fingers.
Finally, I roll off of her, loving the sound of her sharp breathing, knowing I’m the one who made her gasp.
I sit upright and watch the distant streetlights through my open curtains play on her glistening skin, her breasts rising and falling with each inhale, her eyelids fluttering as she regains control of her limbs after that orgasm.
“Fuck,” she finally hisses, and I laugh.
“How did that feel?” I mold my body against hers, bent around her curves like she’s a puzzle piece I’m fitting into.
“I haven’t come like that in . . . well, ever.” She meets my eyes with a sparkle in hers.
“Well, then.” I dip down to press my nose to the curve of her neck, her sweet scent amplified now that she’s all hot and bothered. I lick her salty skin, the taste like caramels on my tongue, and lightly nip the crook of her neck. “It’s a good thing we’re just getting started.”
Chapter Twelve
Sloan
T he next day at work , I can’t fight the bounce that sneaks into my step. I feel like I’m floating around the diner on air. Even Rick, the grumpiest of our managers, can’t harsh my buzz when he asks what the fuck I keep smiling about. I just grin and tell him it’s my lucky week.
He rolls his eyes and mutters something about crazy girls as he stomps off to bark orders at the kitchen staff. Even that can’t burst my cloud.
I’m too busy reliving the night in lengthy detail, savoring the deep ache between my legs with every step that I take, like I can still feel the thick length of Gage’s cock buried to the hilt inside me as he fucked me against his studio wall, the mirror rocking on the wall beside us as I wrapped my legs around his waist and—
“What’s gotten into you?” Becca, the coffee counter girl, asks, startling me into awareness again. It takes me a few blinks staring at her before I realize she’s holding the round of lattes I asked her to prepare for a table full of hungover teenagers.
“Just had a good night,” I answer her, unable to wipe the stupid smile away.
She raises an eyebrow at me. “This
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