too. The guys were all turning thirty this year. Sure, it was time they might start thinking of settling down. But all with the same woman? How would that work?
Whatever. Right now, this woman felt like his, and she was about to topple off her feet. So he kissed her again since it felt so damn good. He put a little tongue in it this time. “Come to my bed with me, will you, puss?”
She smiled at him and he carried her in. He stood her on her feet, propping her up while he undressed her, dropping her little bits of clothing on the floor. Then he laid her down in the middle of the bed, arranging her legs so he could see her pussy and get glimpses of the plug peeking out of her ass. He looked his fill while he undressed. She was just alert enough to show a little interest in his bobbing cock.
A gentleman would let her sleep. But his cock was freaking throbbing as he stared down at her. Guess he wasn’t that much of a gentleman.
“You know, there’s one part of you I haven’t fucked yet.”
Hell, he’d be sure to make it good for her, too.
* * * *
That sounded more like Kev. It had seemed a bit romantic, there, that charming walk through the Park, those warm kisses in the elevator, and then that sweet—well, except for the whole puss thing—invitation to his bed.
But an “open your mouth, here comes my dick” approach was more like him.
Even so, when he climbed into bed, he started kissing her again and touching her gently all over. But it wasn’t long before his mouth started moving over her with more determination and his breath grew harsher. And hers, too, to be honest. The man did know how to use his mouth and hands. When he started directing her to his cock, she was ready.
“Suck me. Suck my cock, puss. Come on.”
He lay on his back and brought her to her knees over him. He grasped her head but just held her, not trying to control her, letting her set the pace and depth.
He liked what she did, judging by the way his body bowed and his encouragement turned all crude and improper. She’d already noted that Kevin loved using graphic language to describe what he was doing to her and what she was doing to him. It seemed to intensify his pleasure and, it turned out, hers, too.
She was coming to like using those words just as he did. “I love your big cock, Kev. I want it in my mouth.” She gave him a long, hard suck. “I want it down my throat.”
She loved sucking cock. Rowen had trained her for it well. That had been in his own interest, of course, but it had given her pleasure, too. She’d come to love the way he growled out his satisfaction when she took him down her throat. And she loved Kevin’s surprise and his very vocal appreciation when she swallowed him all the way. He gasped and rocked up. “Christ, puss. Do that again.”
By the second time, he was about to lose it. He pulled her back and urged her around. “Sixty-nine me,” he said. “I want to eat pussy.”
He tongued her then, sucking and stroking, encouraging her on until she was about to come, too.
Then he flipped her again and filled her pussy with cock. She thought he’d forgotten about that butt plug, but clearly he was just waiting for the right moment. He found the remote and turned it on high. Right away, she started moaning. Uncontrollably, her pussy milked his cock, wanting more.
“Kevin, Kev. Fuck me.”
He groaned, too. “Oh, that’s good, puss. I can feel it vibrate inside you. It’s almost as good as having Ro ass-fuck you while I’m up your cunt.”
He groaned again, apparently done talking about it. He started fucking her hard, lifting up to suck at her tits.
His athletic body had a lot of stamina. Three or four times he brought her nearly to climax before pulling back, telling her he wasn’t done with her yet. Each time, he pushed her higher, making that almost-reached orgasm even stronger.
She complained, even bitched at him, finally, before he let her go over. He was pounding into her by
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