Then she cocked her head, and a grin stretched across her perfect mouth. "Too soon?"
I slow blinked and gave myself a little shake. "You for real right now?"
Damn lunatic cackled.
And I loved her so fucking much.
"If I wasn't all bruised and battered from your ex-lover, I'd flip you over and spank the shit outta you for that."
"Oooh," she purred, shiftin' down my body. "I'd like that too much for it to be a true punishment."
Strikin' as fast as the snake she was nicknamed after, she pulled my cock out and had me hittin' the back of her throat.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ." My hips punched up off the bed and with 'em a sharp pain shot through my body. The whimper that left me was half desperation, half pain.
Desperation won out as I fucked into her mouth over and over and over.
She took every.
Single.
One.
"Shit, Calvin, I'm gonna come."
She moaned around me, hand comin' up to squeeze my balls.
"Oh, fuck yeah, viper." I fisted her hair as my soul left my body, right along with a week's worth of cum spillin' down her throat as I kept fuckin' her face. "Don't waste a drop.Jesus."
She licked me clean, like I was a goddamn popsicle, doin' just as I'd asked.
"Atta girl," I said, fingers gentlin' in her hair and softly strokin' the back of her head. "So damn good."
When she was satisfied with the job she'd done, I was harder than ever, given all the lickin' and suckin' she'd carried on with after I'd gone and blown down her throat.
Really, I wanted to fuck her.
No, I wanted tomake loveto her.
If she'd let me.
But first, I wanted to taste her.
"Get up here. Need that pussy."
She pulled back and I scooted up the bed a bit. Couldn't go far layin' sideways like this, but we'd make do.
Calvin made to straddle my hips, grippin' my cock to guide it to her glistening entrance.
"Nah, baby." I tapped my pointer finger to my lips. "Right here."
She rolled her eyes. "Brody, I'll hurt you."
"Yeah, you will," I stated. "My fragile male feelings if you don't let me lick that sweet cunt."
She tilted her head at me, my cock still in her hand. The look in her eyes was some mix of laughter and love.
God, it waseverything—the way she looked at me.
