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“Do you know what I used to dream, Dawg?” she whispered as her fingers played over her stomach.
“What?” His gaze was locked on those fingers, his own fingers caressing the back of the couch in reflex.
“I used to dream that you came to me. That you walked into the apartment I shared with Mark and Ty. They would be gone. You’d step into the door, take one look at me, and then you took me.
Against the wall. My legs wrapped around your hips as you pounded into me. ”
She pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor before her hands moved to her shorts.
She got as far as pushing the elastic band over her thighs before he moved.
His shirt ripped over his head and flew to the side. Before she could do more than breathe in roughly, he was on his knees in front of her, pulling her thighs apart and burying his lips between them.
“Fuck it,” he snarled. “I’m a wimp. No control. ”
She would have gone to the floor if he wasn’t holding her up. His tongue slid through the narrow slit of her pussy, licking as he moaned before his lips surrounded the hardened bud of her clit.
She wanted hard and hungry, and he was going to give it to her. She could feel it.
Her back met the wall before she realized he had maneuvered her the few steps to it. Her shorts were on the floor, and Dawg lifted her leg, laying it over his shoulder as his head dipped and his tongue drove inside her sex.
“Oh God!” Crista’s head hit the wall as she shuddered at the feel of his tongue fucking inside her.
His lips moved, slid back to her clit, while his fingers took the place of his tongue, and she was melting around him.
“I have to fuck you,” he muttered, licking around her clit, sipping at it, kissing it. “You’re killing me. I can’t wait a week. ”
“Don’t wait a minute,” she moaned, pulling at his shoulders. “Fuck me, Dawg. Now. ”
“Soon. ”
“Now. ”
He replaced her foot on the floor and rose to his feet, but his hands pressed to her shoulders.
“Suck my cock,” he ordered roughly. “Let me watch you suck me. ”
Crista went eagerly to her knees, her hands surrounding the thick, hard flesh as she covered the head hungrily. She wasn’t teasing. She was too desperate now, the heat rising hard and fast inside her, burning her alive with the need to feel him inside her.
She sucked at the engorged crest, her tongue flickering over it as her hands stroked the throbbing shaft. She loved having him in her mouth, feeling the hard throb of blood pounding through it, tasting the sharp saltiness of pre-cum on her tongue.
He was fucking her lips with shallow movements, his hands tangling in her hair, his head thrown back in pleasure. His thighs were rock hard, his abs flexing tight as the fingers of one hand curled around his balls.
“Fuck. That’s good,” he groaned. “You suck like a dream, Crista. So fucking good. ”
His voice was rasping, sending a thrill of sensation racing down her spine at the pleasure it contained.
Her tongue probed beneath the crest before curling over it, her mouth sucking him deeper as she stared up his broad chest.
Sweat beaded on the hair-spattered flesh, glistening on the teak skin and catching on the short curls. She mouthed his cock head, moaned on it, and then cried out in impending ecstasy as he pulled her to her feet.
“Against the wall,” he bit out, his lips pulling back from his teeth as he stared back at her with fiery lust. “Oh, baby, I can take you against the wall. ”
One arm wrapped around her hips as he lifted her, the other easing one leg around his hip as her other leg followed on the opposite side.
A second later, Crista cried out sharply, pain and pleasure whipping through her at the fierce, hard thrust that sent him burrowing through the snug tissue of her pussy.
“God, yes!” His hands gripped her rear as he rocked against her, stroking her internally, sending cataclysms of sensation to attack her nerve endings. “You’re so fucking tight, Crista. So hot and sweet. ”
