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“Such a needy little deer. Look at you, wet for me already.” Teasing her thumb down the underside of my tip, she wipes up a bead of precum and brings it to her mouth.
“Claire,” I groan as she presses her thumb to my slit and lifts it to her lips again.
“Maybe I want you drop by drop.”
Again, she sweeps my arousal to her lips. I can’t look away. Holding eye contact, she lowers her lips to my cock. She sucks gently, her tongue swirling. The heat, friction, and suction make my hips rock. I can’t help myself. Mouth still around me, she pins my hips with her hands. I’m trying to thrust up, but she’s holding me down with all her strength.
She lowers further, taking me into her throat. Swallowing. Sounds leave my mouth I didn’t know I could make. The pressure of her hands pinning me, and her teasing tongue bring me close embarrassingly fast. It feels so good I don’t care. Again, she pulls me into her throat, letting out a little growl that vibrates through my shaft. I’m opening my mouth, ready to warn her I’m about to come. Before I can, she releases me.
What the fuck.
“Don’t stop,” I rasp. “Fuck, I was close.”
Rolling my balls in her palm, neglecting my cock, she smirks. “I know.”
I stare at her. She arches an eyebrow and grasps my cock again. Giving it one stroke, she moves from between my legs to kneel over me. All I want to do is thrust up, plunge into the perfect pussy that’s barely out of reach. Pulling her underwear to the side, she drops until my tip brushes her slit.
“Claire,” I grunt, unable to say how badly I need her to fucking ride me. I’m starving, consumed by desperation. She’s doling out salvation one crumb at a time.
“Shane,” she teases. She settles onto me but doesn’t drop all the way. Hovering, she works her hips. My tip eases into heaven, only for all pleasure to be snatched away a second later. I can’t keep still, can’t keep quiet. It’s bliss and torture, somehow the best and worst sensation simultaneously. My hands need to move and grab. My hips need to thrust. I’m a squirming mess of need and want, and I’ll do anything if it ends with me coming.
“Look how bad you want it,little deer,” she purrs. “You run, but you want it so bad.”
Even in my lust craze, I know what she’s doing, know what she wants. Unlike her all the times she’s held me off, I’m weak, ready to cave already. Fuck pride, fuck dignity. She can have everything as long as it ends with me having her.
“I want it,” I groan. “I love it. Love you running me down. Love you fucking me. Love it all. Please, Claire.”
Something primal crosses her face. She envelops me, slick and hot. This pussy was fucking made for me. Or maybe my cock was made for her. I don’t know. All I know is that if this is what giving in to her gets me, I’ll do it, any time, any place.
“Good fucking boy,” she praises, riding me hard. “Good little deer.”
The pleasure in her voice makes me tremble. Claire feels it, eyes closing for a beat, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” she rasps. “And you looked so good running from me. Waiting almost killed me.”
My cock jerks inside her. I can’t keep from letting out a choked “fuck” as she leans her upper body back, pushing her hips forward. The angle makes my cock glide along her front wall. She gasps, pussy grabbing me. I pump my hips, groaning when it makes her squeeze tighter.
Her smile is indulgent, her voice sweet, “You like hearing how good you are, how good you make me feel, don’t you?”
Too far gone for words, I nod frantically. Every move she makes drags a groan from me. I’ve never made this much noise during sex in my life, but I don’t care. Shame doesn’t exist in her orbit. How can it when she’s looking at me like I’m the best thing she’s ever seen?
Claire leans forward, covering my lips with hers. The kiss is rough, all tongue and teeth. Her hips rock frantically.
She releases my mouth long enough to growl, “Use your hands.”
In an instant, I’ve put a hand in her hair, the other working her clit. Her pussy tightens around me, the first shaky spasms of an oncoming orgasm. She gasps into my mouth, and I swallow it down, wanting more, greedy for her. I can’t hold off much longer. My cock tenses inside her. Tugging her mouth from mine, I guide it to my neck, hoping I’m right, that this will be what she needs to crest the edge. She takes my offering without hesitation, sinking her teeth into the side of my throat.
There’s a deep, guttural sound, and at first, I don’t realize it’s me. Claire orgasms, crying out, releasing my throat to sob nonsense against it, hands clawing my shirt. That’s the permission I need to explode. My hips jerk wildly, curses rolling from my lips like I’ve never had an orgasm in my life. Grabbing her hips, I move her roughly on top of me, prolonging her release and intensifying mine. I lose track of where I am, who I am. There’s nothing except her and pleasure.
When my orgasm ebbs and the world exists again, I’m panting. She rests on my chest. I smooth her hair back from her face, and she presses up to a seated position, giving me a sated smile. I smile back, but I have a question. The answer should be obvious, but I foresee myself asking obvious questions from now on. I’ll communicate till she begs me to shut up.
“We’re together, right? You’re mine?”
She laughs, leaning back down, hair falling around us like a curtain. Pressing a sweet kiss on my lips, then another, she stops just long enough to say, “Yes, we are, and I am.”
“That means technically, despite what just happened, I caught you,” I mutter into her mouth.
Claire smacks my chest. “Semantics.” Her voice grows serious, “Did you like it? We don’t have to do it ag—“
