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"Nice fucking way to wake up," he informed me as my hips thrust back into him shamelessly, though offering me no relief from the need growing low in my belly.
Sensing this, his hand left my breast, snagging my leg, and lifting it so his could slip forward, then let my leg rest atop his. I was confused by the move for point-oh-one second because after that, I felt his hard, straining, thick cock slide up my cleft to press against my clit.
And I swear, I almost, just almost, came right then and there.
That was how far gone I was even though all we had been doing was spooning. And he hadn't even been a conscious participator for most of it.
"Fucking drenched," he said, nipping into my earlobe. "You been awake thinking of my cock for a while, huh?" he asked as his hips ground into me, making him do another intoxicating swipe of my clit. "What were you thinking about me doing, hm?" he asked as his hand went back up to my breast, grabbing the hardened bud and twisting, creating just the right kind of pain to make my hips slam back as he pressed forward again. "Thinking about my cock slamming into that tight cunt of yours?" It was a question, and yet it wasn't, and even if it was, my brain couldn't get the message to my mouth to say anything. "Like this?" he asked, thrusting up again, making me let out a moan that was in no way quiet and I was too far gone to care. "Or are you going to be a good girl and ride my cock for me so I can watch those perfect fucking tits bounce?"
Honestly, I would take him literally any way right then.
So, without giving it any thought because I knew I would psych myself out if I did, I rolled over onto my front, and got up on my knees, letting what was left of the blanket slide off of my body, baring me completely.
The sound of his breath hissing out of his lips was pretty much all I needed in that moment, making my belly do a flutter that was almost obnoxiously good feeling as he moved to lay back. I reached for the sheet and pushed it off him as well, bringing my leg up to move to his other side to let me straddle him.
His hands rose immediately to my hips, thumbs pressing into the dips of my hipbones, an unexpectedly erotic spot that had my hips sliding over his cock.
I wanted him inside me.
I wanted it more than I wanted to have my shit together.
I wanted it more than I wanted to be able to take my next breath.
But as my eyes lowered to find his body, I couldn't seem to stop myself from folding forward, my lips seeking his neck, knowing that perhaps kissing him all over was a bit too sweet, too romantic for a man like him, but finding I didn't care. I needed to learn his spots that drove him wild, like just behind his ear when my tongue moved out to tease that skin, like the line between the center of his stomach that made him curse viciously and grab a handful of my messy hair.
Really, I was tracing his scar, the deep one I was so fascinated with. But seeing as I was heading in that direction anyway, I slid my hand up his thigh and curled it around his cock at the base, feeling a thrill inside when I realized my hand barely closed around him. My head shifted, and I traced my tongue over the sensitive head, licking off a bead of pre-cum there, and almost smiling at the curse he let out.
Before he could yank me up by my hair like I was figuring he was planning to do, I closed my lips around him and sucked him deep.
"Fucking Christ," he growled, using his hand to bunch up my hair, but not to pull, to move out of the way so he could watch.
I had always had a sort of passive interest in oral sex, liking the idea of pleasing my partner even if the act itself didn't exactly do anything for me.
But this was different.
This was like power and privilege and worship. Each noise he made spurred me on. Each hitch in breath sent another rush of wet between my thighs.
Never before had I wanted to taste someone's release like I did right then.
So I sucked harder, moved my head faster, let my other hand slip down to gently move over his balls.
And it was right about then that Pagan decided he had had enough. Because the hand in my hair twisted and yanked hard, dragging me up until his cock left my mouth.
Unaware it was even going to happen, a strange, whining noise escaped me, something I immediately recognized as disappointment.
