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I nodded, gripping his shaft, widening my knees to keep from falling.

He picked up the pace. Harshly. My lips stretched. Eyes burning. “You like that, don’t you? Love the way I taste in your mouth. My little cum slut.”

My fingernails dug into his skin, I was holding on so tight. Hardly able to move; I just took it.

“Look at those pretty tears. You make me so proud. God you’re so gorgeous with my dick filling your mouth. Fuck. Fucking. Fuckedddyish…” His words turned into a jumbled mess as he slammed into me, growing harsher, rougher, my whole body vibrating with each thrust.

Losing control.

We began to pound against the wall, and the noise in the kitchen suddenly stopped.

“That’s it,” he growled loudly. His fingers cinched. Gripping my hair harsher. Stabbing pains that only increased my need for him. “Feel your pussy,” he commanded, “you wet for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I groaned, my word barely recognizable, as I flicked my clit, canting against my hand. Needing the pressure. Needing the release. What was Amara thinking?

I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.

“You desperate for my cum, baby?” Slapping noises filled the air as he fucked my mouth. His fingers gripping my hair. I was fucking my own hand.

“Fuck!” He shouted, growing thicker in my mouth, then shoved so deep inside, I choked on it. He came, warm, sticky, salty, cum filling my mouth.

“Don’t swallow,” he growled. I inhaled in surprise. Then closed off my throat, trying to obey.

“Hold it.” Suddenly jerking out of me, he gripped my chin. Then, tilting my head upward, he shoved his tongue in my mouth. Invading it, he scooped out his cum.

Then he pushed me to the floor. “Spread wide, baby girl.”

Doing it for me, he crawled to his stomach, and spit.

Warmth filled my pussy as his tongue lavished me, mixing his cum with my own juices, making me flood even more. I squirmed, breathing in and out roughly. Oh God. What if Amara saw this?

Did I care?

“Hold still baby. I need more.” He lavished me, his tongue rolling over my folds. Plunging it in and out like he was fucking me with it. Spreading his seed up inside me. “Mmm, taste so delicious. You’re so sweet for me, I could eat you up.” He lapped at my juices, a low hum in his throat. Then he filled me with two fingers, wet sounds filling the room. His gaze met mine, his eyes wild. “You make me so crazy, I can't stop. I need you to come for me one more time.”

I hesitated.

It was so silent in the kitchen, and red flushed my face at the thought of Amara listening.

“You understand me, Summer? I’m never going to get enough of you.” He kept on. Every thrust of his fingers through my slick, every fluttering suck of his mouth, sent me soaring, building the tension inside me. “Now relax. Forget her. She wishes she were you.”

Oh god, was it true? Probably not but…

I leaned my head back and let go, closing my eyes, giving in to the sensation.

“No one else. You’re my fucking cum slut. Only mine. This pussy belongs to me now.”

I could only rock against him, pressure building, building. Until his tongue met my clit again and I exploded.

I soared, past the ceiling and up into the sky, feeling light and weightless.

He didn’t stop, lapping up my orgasm. My fingers tingling, my toes curling. On and on, torturing me. Until I could only whimper and writhe against the hardwood floor. Until another wave washed over me, my whole body shuddering. Heat washing over me.

Fuuuuckkkk me.

When it subsided, I threw my arms out on the floor, limp and breathless, my tits still on display. “Oh my god,” I whispered.

He gave me a cocky grin. “That’s how you show gratitude, little bunny.”

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