shutting off the worries, the fears, and the regrets, and making my mind just focus on him . . . on us .
I wriggle, desperate to get some sort of leverage to push him off, take control, and show him how he makes me feel. But he traps my legs under his knees and maneuvers my hands to the small of my back.
“Stay still.”
King moves carefully off me, using one knee to knock my legs apart. With his free hand, he palms the flesh of each thigh, dipping his fingers to tease the swollen flesh between my legs.
“I could play for hours and never stop bein’ amazed by you.” He runs his fingertips back and forth through my growing wetness.
I’m not ashamed. I’m not embarrassed. He drives me wild, and if my body is showing him that, then he deserves every ounce of pleasure he gets.
I gasp as he slides his erection between my cheeks and rocks his hips back and forth. The heat of his chest and stomach envelop my back when he lets go of my hands, his breath tickling my ear. “I’m goin’ to fuck you hard enough that you don’t forget who you belong with, but first . . .”
A rush of cool air replaces him as he moves away, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he moves. I look over my shoulder at him and sigh inside at the firm pull of his muscles as he positions himself beside the bed, facing me. Ohh, I know what he wants.
I get on all fours and turn toward him, sticking my ass up in the air. He gives a low rumble of appreciation and places a large hand over my tailbone, curling his fingers down to my center. I shuffle a little closer to give him better reach to put his fingers inside me, and myself better leverage to take him all.
I run my lips down the length of his cock, lying my tongue flat against the underside. King’s eyes shut, his jaw slack. Sucking and holding my breath, I pull back slowly, and flick my tongue against the sensitive head when I reach the tip without releasing him from my mouth.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Elena.” His eyes open and he knits his fingers painfully close to my scalp, tangling them in my hair.
Hearing his pleasure, how turned on he is with my mouth on him, sends a rush of wet heat between my legs. His left hand continues to guide my head while the right skims the slick folds of my pussy, sinking inside my core in intervals. I push my hips back while taking his cock deep, tickling my gag reflex. He hisses as my throat closes around him and pinches the head of his erection. With my breath held, I do it again, only this time I control him better with my hand at the base of his shaft. My throat tightens around the head of his cock, and pressing up, I push the sensitive area hard against the ridge on the top of my mouth on the way out.
King moans, his head dropping forward as his eyes close again. His index and middle finger pump my pussy, the friction of his palm rubbing over my tight bud surprisingly arousing. “Do it again,” he mutters. “Stick my cock right down your throat.”
I shift a little, trying to coax more from his hand while still playing his cock with my tongue and throat. He gets the hint as I tilt my hips back to present my ass, and drags his wet fingers out of me to run them in long strokes over my tight hole. A shiver ripples my spine, and I groan around my mouthful sending vibrations through his erection and down to my hand.
“You like that, huh?”
I writhe against his fingers in response, my gut tightening as the pleasure builds from such a simple touch.
“Keep sucking, baby. Keep choking on my fuckin’ cock.” He leans forward a little, curling over my back and pushing himself deeper down my throat in the process.
I angle my neck to accommodate, only half paying attention to what I’m doing. My head’s a mess of praise for the man as he plunges his fingers in my pussy to the hilt, curls them around, and lifts me closer to his body with his hold in me. It’s rough, to the point, and making me drip.
My eyes water and I gag, but with a
I wriggle, desperate to get some sort of leverage to push him off, take control, and show him how he makes me feel. But he traps my legs under his knees and maneuvers my hands to the small of my back.
“Stay still.”
King moves carefully off me, using one knee to knock my legs apart. With his free hand, he palms the flesh of each thigh, dipping his fingers to tease the swollen flesh between my legs.
“I could play for hours and never stop bein’ amazed by you.” He runs his fingertips back and forth through my growing wetness.
I’m not ashamed. I’m not embarrassed. He drives me wild, and if my body is showing him that, then he deserves every ounce of pleasure he gets.
I gasp as he slides his erection between my cheeks and rocks his hips back and forth. The heat of his chest and stomach envelop my back when he lets go of my hands, his breath tickling my ear. “I’m goin’ to fuck you hard enough that you don’t forget who you belong with, but first . . .”
A rush of cool air replaces him as he moves away, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he moves. I look over my shoulder at him and sigh inside at the firm pull of his muscles as he positions himself beside the bed, facing me. Ohh, I know what he wants.
I get on all fours and turn toward him, sticking my ass up in the air. He gives a low rumble of appreciation and places a large hand over my tailbone, curling his fingers down to my center. I shuffle a little closer to give him better reach to put his fingers inside me, and myself better leverage to take him all.
I run my lips down the length of his cock, lying my tongue flat against the underside. King’s eyes shut, his jaw slack. Sucking and holding my breath, I pull back slowly, and flick my tongue against the sensitive head when I reach the tip without releasing him from my mouth.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Elena.” His eyes open and he knits his fingers painfully close to my scalp, tangling them in my hair.
Hearing his pleasure, how turned on he is with my mouth on him, sends a rush of wet heat between my legs. His left hand continues to guide my head while the right skims the slick folds of my pussy, sinking inside my core in intervals. I push my hips back while taking his cock deep, tickling my gag reflex. He hisses as my throat closes around him and pinches the head of his erection. With my breath held, I do it again, only this time I control him better with my hand at the base of his shaft. My throat tightens around the head of his cock, and pressing up, I push the sensitive area hard against the ridge on the top of my mouth on the way out.
King moans, his head dropping forward as his eyes close again. His index and middle finger pump my pussy, the friction of his palm rubbing over my tight bud surprisingly arousing. “Do it again,” he mutters. “Stick my cock right down your throat.”
I shift a little, trying to coax more from his hand while still playing his cock with my tongue and throat. He gets the hint as I tilt my hips back to present my ass, and drags his wet fingers out of me to run them in long strokes over my tight hole. A shiver ripples my spine, and I groan around my mouthful sending vibrations through his erection and down to my hand.
“You like that, huh?”
I writhe against his fingers in response, my gut tightening as the pleasure builds from such a simple touch.
“Keep sucking, baby. Keep choking on my fuckin’ cock.” He leans forward a little, curling over my back and pushing himself deeper down my throat in the process.
I angle my neck to accommodate, only half paying attention to what I’m doing. My head’s a mess of praise for the man as he plunges his fingers in my pussy to the hilt, curls them around, and lifts me closer to his body with his hold in me. It’s rough, to the point, and making me drip.
My eyes water and I gag, but with a
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