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pussy—and oh . He sank inside her. Just like he’d promised, plunging as far as he could reach into her pussy, his tongue acting like a miniature cock stroking inside her.
Her pussy spasmed—clasping, opening. Christ, she could think that word now without hesitating. Watching him love her, seeing how her body responded to his attention, fascinated her, even as the feelings of excitement and the curling, burning need escalated.
She forgot how to breathe, struggled for each breath as she strained her thighs against her own fierce grip. Her release was rising up to strangle her, pitching her toward heaven. It was too much.
She must have gasped that last thought out loud, because Joe sat back and stared, removing his glorious tongue from her sex.
“No,” she cried out and then sobbed when he gave her a wicked little smile and licked upward, finding the hard, rounded bead at the top of her pussy, the one she’d used often to get herself excited when she couldn’t stand being alone.
“Too much,” she moaned again, quivering and melting as he plied her with teasing licks and flutters. She couldn’t look anymore and squeezed her eyes tight, thrashing her head on the pillow as he swirled his tongue around and around, building a tension she didn’t think her heart would survive. When he sucked her clitoris with his lips, her whole body trembled.
When he bit it, she screamed and pitched headlong over the edge.
Joe watched her come apart as he chewed gently on her love button. Lord, she was beautiful lost in her release. Her pretty tits dimpled and quivered, her soft belly vibrated. Her rosy, swollen lips opened wide around her moans, and he craved to cram his cock into her mouth to feel those keening cries all along his shaft. Instead, he watched and plied her with his tongue and teeth, knowing his turn was coming, and he wanted her well-satisfied and compliant when the time came.
Honey’s breaths were ragged, whimpering sobs. When she stopped rocking her head back and forth on the pillow, he pried her hands from her thighs and eased her legs to the mattress. Then he scooted up her body, intent on exploring the parts he’d never touched.
With his cock drilling into the mattress between her sprawled legs, he cupped a creamy breast and bent to glide his lips over the soft underside, marveling at the soft texture of her skin, and then slid upward to capture a ripe nipple between his lips.
Her moan was thin, almost reedy. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders in soft caresses that made him shiver with delight. When she sank her fingers into his hair and held him to her breast, he smiled. She didn’t give him a gentle tug. She dug her fingers in and pulled hard.
He sucked her nipple between his teeth and bit.
“Ouch!”
“Did that hurt?” he asked, lifting his head to look into her slackened face.
“You know it didn’t,” she said, her lips pouting. “It just surprised me.”
“Is that the only surprise I’ve given you?”
She loosened her fierce grip on his hair and her expression grew solemn. “I was amazed at the care you took to make this special for me.”
Her praise warmed him, but he deflected the unwanted feeling. “Don’t you think I treat all the ladies like this?”
Her eyes narrowed. “I’d like to think I inspired you. Let me dream, hmmm?”
“You do inspire me,” he said softly and kissed the tip of her nipple. “But, sweetheart, I’m so hard now, I’m not sure I can concentrate any more on you.”
She stilled for a moment. “Are you going to take me now?”
She spoke so simply, without inflection, she might have been asking him directions to the livery. He’d done that—rocked her past embarrassment and modesty. He nodded slowly, the heat and urgency in his loins spurring faster and higher as her features lost their love-softened drowsiness and her gaze sharpened with excitement.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, her tone sharpening, tightening.
“For you
Her pussy spasmed—clasping, opening. Christ, she could think that word now without hesitating. Watching him love her, seeing how her body responded to his attention, fascinated her, even as the feelings of excitement and the curling, burning need escalated.
She forgot how to breathe, struggled for each breath as she strained her thighs against her own fierce grip. Her release was rising up to strangle her, pitching her toward heaven. It was too much.
She must have gasped that last thought out loud, because Joe sat back and stared, removing his glorious tongue from her sex.
“No,” she cried out and then sobbed when he gave her a wicked little smile and licked upward, finding the hard, rounded bead at the top of her pussy, the one she’d used often to get herself excited when she couldn’t stand being alone.
“Too much,” she moaned again, quivering and melting as he plied her with teasing licks and flutters. She couldn’t look anymore and squeezed her eyes tight, thrashing her head on the pillow as he swirled his tongue around and around, building a tension she didn’t think her heart would survive. When he sucked her clitoris with his lips, her whole body trembled.
When he bit it, she screamed and pitched headlong over the edge.
Joe watched her come apart as he chewed gently on her love button. Lord, she was beautiful lost in her release. Her pretty tits dimpled and quivered, her soft belly vibrated. Her rosy, swollen lips opened wide around her moans, and he craved to cram his cock into her mouth to feel those keening cries all along his shaft. Instead, he watched and plied her with his tongue and teeth, knowing his turn was coming, and he wanted her well-satisfied and compliant when the time came.
Honey’s breaths were ragged, whimpering sobs. When she stopped rocking her head back and forth on the pillow, he pried her hands from her thighs and eased her legs to the mattress. Then he scooted up her body, intent on exploring the parts he’d never touched.
With his cock drilling into the mattress between her sprawled legs, he cupped a creamy breast and bent to glide his lips over the soft underside, marveling at the soft texture of her skin, and then slid upward to capture a ripe nipple between his lips.
Her moan was thin, almost reedy. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders in soft caresses that made him shiver with delight. When she sank her fingers into his hair and held him to her breast, he smiled. She didn’t give him a gentle tug. She dug her fingers in and pulled hard.
He sucked her nipple between his teeth and bit.
“Ouch!”
“Did that hurt?” he asked, lifting his head to look into her slackened face.
“You know it didn’t,” she said, her lips pouting. “It just surprised me.”
“Is that the only surprise I’ve given you?”
She loosened her fierce grip on his hair and her expression grew solemn. “I was amazed at the care you took to make this special for me.”
Her praise warmed him, but he deflected the unwanted feeling. “Don’t you think I treat all the ladies like this?”
Her eyes narrowed. “I’d like to think I inspired you. Let me dream, hmmm?”
“You do inspire me,” he said softly and kissed the tip of her nipple. “But, sweetheart, I’m so hard now, I’m not sure I can concentrate any more on you.”
She stilled for a moment. “Are you going to take me now?”
She spoke so simply, without inflection, she might have been asking him directions to the livery. He’d done that—rocked her past embarrassment and modesty. He nodded slowly, the heat and urgency in his loins spurring faster and higher as her features lost their love-softened drowsiness and her gaze sharpened with excitement.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, her tone sharpening, tightening.
“For you
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