she needed for a moment before he could stand it no more.
He took control. Pinching her nipple hard as he probed her pussy deep. Finger-fucking her with hard thrusts, the heel of his hand tapping her swollen clit every time. He saw her rising as well as felt it. A flush coated her breasts, neck, and beautiful face.
“Come apart for me, angel. While you’re still coming for me, I’ll slide my cock into your wet pussy.”
“Corey!” There it was—that rolling R sounding less like English than ever. He squeezed her other nipple and watched her lips open in an O of bliss.
When she started to come, he refused to look away from her. Her breasts jiggled as he fucked her hard with his fingers, her head thrown back and a ragged cry torn from her throat.
His need compounded with every pulsation of her pussy around his fingers. He barely pulled his hand free to deal with his clothing and a condom when she took over for him, plunging her fingers into her own body.
Rattled that she was such a sexual being, he could only gaze down at her through hooded eyes as he ripped off his boots, jeans, boxers, and socks. When he stood in the buff and had a condom in hand, she looked into his eyes, a crease of need between her brows. As if frustrated that she couldn’t reach the high she was seeking.
He pulled her hand free, holding her gaze while he sucked her fingers clean. When she shivered uncontrollably, he moved her into a sitting position. Her hair tumbled over her bare shoulders, and he couldn’t resist bundling the mass into one fist.
He yanked her head back. Her scream of excitement was exactly what he’d been hoping for—the reaction he craved. Swooping in, he tasted her throat and nibbled up to her jaw. She turned her mouth into his in desperation, and he took her lip between his teeth.
Her eyelids fluttered.
Damn, his sweet angel was a she-devil in bed. He wrapped his fist tighter in her hair until she cried out. The sound sent brand new need pounding his system. His cock leaked pre-come, the head aching to part her hot, tight walls and take what he wanted.
“I want in here.” He curled his finger around her clit. She moaned. “And here.” He eased his hand behind her to the string covering her pucker.
“Yes,” she said on a breathy sigh.
“First you come on my tongue.” He released her and stretched on the sofa. Her dark eyes flashed as she knowingly settled over his face. Her fragrance struck him hard, and for a dizzying moment he didn’t think he’d withstand the torment. He needed inside her. Now.
They’d both waited for this moment, though, and he was damn well giving her the experience of her life. In fact, the idea of other men ever touching her before him made him want to punch something. She was about fifteen years younger than him but that didn’t mean less experienced. She was a woman who knew how to get what she wanted.
He pulled her down and slipped his tongue over her soaking folds. Tasting her. Groaning, he sank his tongue deep, gathering all her release onto his tongue. She ground her hips, the action one of the most exotic things he’d ever known in his life.
Lapping a path up to her clit, he held her steady. She dragged in a deep breath but didn’t release it. At the same moment, he sucked on her clit. Applying enough pressure that he felt her full-body quake. His cock waved in the air. He looked up her body, trying to see her face as she trembled in his hold.
Sweet juices slicked his jaw. He released his suction on her clit and angled his tongue into her cavern. As he sank through her folds, they shared a primal noise.
“Corey, I’m going to come!”
“Mmm.” He encouraged her with small, short thrusts of his tongue. It only took two or three before she responded. Fucking downward on his tongue. Dammit, she was going to kill him. A woman who took what she wanted was a refreshing and unusual one.
When she stopped breathing again, he knew she rested on the verge of release.
He took control. Pinching her nipple hard as he probed her pussy deep. Finger-fucking her with hard thrusts, the heel of his hand tapping her swollen clit every time. He saw her rising as well as felt it. A flush coated her breasts, neck, and beautiful face.
“Come apart for me, angel. While you’re still coming for me, I’ll slide my cock into your wet pussy.”
“Corey!” There it was—that rolling R sounding less like English than ever. He squeezed her other nipple and watched her lips open in an O of bliss.
When she started to come, he refused to look away from her. Her breasts jiggled as he fucked her hard with his fingers, her head thrown back and a ragged cry torn from her throat.
His need compounded with every pulsation of her pussy around his fingers. He barely pulled his hand free to deal with his clothing and a condom when she took over for him, plunging her fingers into her own body.
Rattled that she was such a sexual being, he could only gaze down at her through hooded eyes as he ripped off his boots, jeans, boxers, and socks. When he stood in the buff and had a condom in hand, she looked into his eyes, a crease of need between her brows. As if frustrated that she couldn’t reach the high she was seeking.
He pulled her hand free, holding her gaze while he sucked her fingers clean. When she shivered uncontrollably, he moved her into a sitting position. Her hair tumbled over her bare shoulders, and he couldn’t resist bundling the mass into one fist.
He yanked her head back. Her scream of excitement was exactly what he’d been hoping for—the reaction he craved. Swooping in, he tasted her throat and nibbled up to her jaw. She turned her mouth into his in desperation, and he took her lip between his teeth.
Her eyelids fluttered.
Damn, his sweet angel was a she-devil in bed. He wrapped his fist tighter in her hair until she cried out. The sound sent brand new need pounding his system. His cock leaked pre-come, the head aching to part her hot, tight walls and take what he wanted.
“I want in here.” He curled his finger around her clit. She moaned. “And here.” He eased his hand behind her to the string covering her pucker.
“Yes,” she said on a breathy sigh.
“First you come on my tongue.” He released her and stretched on the sofa. Her dark eyes flashed as she knowingly settled over his face. Her fragrance struck him hard, and for a dizzying moment he didn’t think he’d withstand the torment. He needed inside her. Now.
They’d both waited for this moment, though, and he was damn well giving her the experience of her life. In fact, the idea of other men ever touching her before him made him want to punch something. She was about fifteen years younger than him but that didn’t mean less experienced. She was a woman who knew how to get what she wanted.
He pulled her down and slipped his tongue over her soaking folds. Tasting her. Groaning, he sank his tongue deep, gathering all her release onto his tongue. She ground her hips, the action one of the most exotic things he’d ever known in his life.
Lapping a path up to her clit, he held her steady. She dragged in a deep breath but didn’t release it. At the same moment, he sucked on her clit. Applying enough pressure that he felt her full-body quake. His cock waved in the air. He looked up her body, trying to see her face as she trembled in his hold.
Sweet juices slicked his jaw. He released his suction on her clit and angled his tongue into her cavern. As he sank through her folds, they shared a primal noise.
“Corey, I’m going to come!”
“Mmm.” He encouraged her with small, short thrusts of his tongue. It only took two or three before she responded. Fucking downward on his tongue. Dammit, she was going to kill him. A woman who took what she wanted was a refreshing and unusual one.
When she stopped breathing again, he knew she rested on the verge of release.
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