fucking tight as hell. You feel like nothing I’ve ever experienced.”
Shyla lowered her mouth and kissed him with her rising hunger leading each stroke of her tongue. She tunneled her fingers up through his hair and curled, tugging at his scalp the same instant he crushed her down tighter on his cock. She sucked in a breath and pulled harder at his hair. He lifted her hips and brought her back down on his staff with roughness to equal her increasing tug.
A tangle of scents filled the room, sweet musk mixed with perfume and shampoo. Wild desire danced with proper etiquette.
Jacy chuckled, guiding her hips in a rhythm that bordered on desperation.
“Woman, you’ll soon find out we don’t play by the rules of proper etiquette. We play wild,” he breathed into her mouth.
Jacy dropped her back on the mattress, hovered over her, and drove his cock deep inside her. His kisses surpassed her demands, and he drank from her mouth the passion and heat she milked from his sex. His tongue probed her, his hands pinning her own to the pillows next to her head. Each thrust coiled the explosive pleasure in her lower belly until he created incredible heat and steady friction.
The starbursts of release came hard and fast this time, merciless in their conquest. Fire spilled into her womb with powerful spurts. Jacy’s panting howls of release entwined with her own piercing cries. Contraction after contraction, sensation after toe-curling sensation seized her muscles and her mind until, at last, she lay weak and motionless on the bed. Jacy nuzzled his face in the side of her neck, his tongue flicking out in small licks, his teeth scraping lightly over her skin.
“Give me a couple minutes, and I’ll show you the wild side of bed play,” he whispered against her ear. The tip of his tongue circled the inner contours of her earlobe, and she whimpered. The prospect of experiencing more orgasms, more pleasure intrigued her like nothing else could.
Tonight, she didn’t give a damn about etiquette or propriety.
She wanted to be raw and unabashed. She wanted to feel sex, not just take part in it.
She wanted to play wild, and Jacy seemed the perfect partner to show her just how intense wild could turn.
* * * *
He was intoxicated, drunk on the finest brandy and craving more.
That’s how he felt.
His thoughts remained heavily saturated with the cloudy desire still burning in his veins. Blood ebbed toward his cock once again, on the verge of raising his momentarily sated passion. Hours of sheer delight had passed, and he was far from done.
Jacy drew small circles against her flesh with his tongue while he listened to the fervent thud of her heart and felt the rapid pulse in her neck. Each shallow breath she expelled assured him of her wonder in their mating. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her short nails scraping his scalp. Heat curled down his spine and pooled in his cock. He still had much to show her, waves of pleasure and bliss to deliver, and plenty of his seed to implant deep inside her.
He pressed back on his hands as he lowered his mouth to the rise and fall of her supple breasts. Without touching her in any other way, he curled his tongue around her nipple and elicited a breath from her. She bowed into him, the slope of her breast spreading.
His teeth scraped her areola, and she gasped. Her musky scent lifted to his nostrils. He chuckled quietly. Damn. He loved her smell, her taste.
He loved her.
He licked the valley between her breasts before mounting her other nipple and taking her tender flesh into his mouth. He sucked until her nipple peaked. Her fingers brushed over his cock, sending currents of need straight through him. His balls grew heavy.
Her light touch tickled his sensitive skin until he hardened to the extreme of before. Fresh moisture squeezed from the tip of his head, and the burning want and instinctual desire to fuck snaked back into his body.
He pulled back from her breast, sucking her nipple
Shyla lowered her mouth and kissed him with her rising hunger leading each stroke of her tongue. She tunneled her fingers up through his hair and curled, tugging at his scalp the same instant he crushed her down tighter on his cock. She sucked in a breath and pulled harder at his hair. He lifted her hips and brought her back down on his staff with roughness to equal her increasing tug.
A tangle of scents filled the room, sweet musk mixed with perfume and shampoo. Wild desire danced with proper etiquette.
Jacy chuckled, guiding her hips in a rhythm that bordered on desperation.
“Woman, you’ll soon find out we don’t play by the rules of proper etiquette. We play wild,” he breathed into her mouth.
Jacy dropped her back on the mattress, hovered over her, and drove his cock deep inside her. His kisses surpassed her demands, and he drank from her mouth the passion and heat she milked from his sex. His tongue probed her, his hands pinning her own to the pillows next to her head. Each thrust coiled the explosive pleasure in her lower belly until he created incredible heat and steady friction.
The starbursts of release came hard and fast this time, merciless in their conquest. Fire spilled into her womb with powerful spurts. Jacy’s panting howls of release entwined with her own piercing cries. Contraction after contraction, sensation after toe-curling sensation seized her muscles and her mind until, at last, she lay weak and motionless on the bed. Jacy nuzzled his face in the side of her neck, his tongue flicking out in small licks, his teeth scraping lightly over her skin.
“Give me a couple minutes, and I’ll show you the wild side of bed play,” he whispered against her ear. The tip of his tongue circled the inner contours of her earlobe, and she whimpered. The prospect of experiencing more orgasms, more pleasure intrigued her like nothing else could.
Tonight, she didn’t give a damn about etiquette or propriety.
She wanted to be raw and unabashed. She wanted to feel sex, not just take part in it.
She wanted to play wild, and Jacy seemed the perfect partner to show her just how intense wild could turn.
* * * *
He was intoxicated, drunk on the finest brandy and craving more.
That’s how he felt.
His thoughts remained heavily saturated with the cloudy desire still burning in his veins. Blood ebbed toward his cock once again, on the verge of raising his momentarily sated passion. Hours of sheer delight had passed, and he was far from done.
Jacy drew small circles against her flesh with his tongue while he listened to the fervent thud of her heart and felt the rapid pulse in her neck. Each shallow breath she expelled assured him of her wonder in their mating. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her short nails scraping his scalp. Heat curled down his spine and pooled in his cock. He still had much to show her, waves of pleasure and bliss to deliver, and plenty of his seed to implant deep inside her.
He pressed back on his hands as he lowered his mouth to the rise and fall of her supple breasts. Without touching her in any other way, he curled his tongue around her nipple and elicited a breath from her. She bowed into him, the slope of her breast spreading.
His teeth scraped her areola, and she gasped. Her musky scent lifted to his nostrils. He chuckled quietly. Damn. He loved her smell, her taste.
He loved her.
He licked the valley between her breasts before mounting her other nipple and taking her tender flesh into his mouth. He sucked until her nipple peaked. Her fingers brushed over his cock, sending currents of need straight through him. His balls grew heavy.
Her light touch tickled his sensitive skin until he hardened to the extreme of before. Fresh moisture squeezed from the tip of his head, and the burning want and instinctual desire to fuck snaked back into his body.
He pulled back from her breast, sucking her nipple
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