Page 126 of Captivated

She sucked harder.

Her teeth scraped along sensitive flesh.

She did that shit on purpose.

Joe couldn’t take it, and she knew it.

He forced himself to focus on getting her off with his mouth and fingers at least once before he bent her over, and gave her what she wanted the most.

And what he wanted the most.

Joe didn’t relent the second his mouth was back on her pussy. He was the starving man, and she was the fucking feast spread out before him. Her pretty pink pussy spread open for him, and needy. A lot like her, really.

Needy.

Wanting.

Aching, probably.

Liliana released Joe’s cock with a pop when her body tensed, and then the shaking started. “Going to come—shit, don’t stop, please.”

He let go of his hold on her arms when she did fall over the edge, making Liliana fall forward to catch herself on the bed. He grabbed tightly to her ass, letting his fingers dig in to the firm flesh as he lapped up every bit of her arousal that flooded his tongue.

Goddamn.

Yeah, she tasted so much hotter when she came.

Like candy, really.

Joe pulled away from Liliana before she had even stopped gasping his name. He slid higher on the bed, grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her into his lap. She was already widening her legs for him, and grabbing the base of his cock with her warm palm. She was the one to fit the head of his dick at her pussy, and she lowered down on him faster than he expected her to.

He kept her tight to him—her back to his chest. His mouth on her neck, and his arm tight around her chest. His palm came up to cup her throat so he could feel every noise she made before it even escaped her parted lips.

He bit her neck and shoulder, kissed the same spots, too, as his other hand slid between her thighs, and found her warm, wet cunt swallowing his dick. He flexed his hips every time she lifted or lowered on him—the push and pull. He wanted to get deeper, fuck her harder, but he also wanted to feel, and to taste.

All of her.

Every fucking inch of her.

“Christ, I can feel you,” he growled in her ear. “So fucking wet, babe.”

His fingers graced the length of his dick when she raised on him again, and he used the wetness from her arousal to drag up to her clit. He toyed, while she fucked. Her answering breathless whines came out high, and sweet.

“Almost, almost,” he heard her whisper.

The promise of her coming again goaded him.

Teased him.

Promised him.

“Fucking give it to me,” Joe demanded. “It’s mine, Liliana.”

“Yours.”

The stiffness in Joe’s back as he felt the sun streak across his skin had him grinning into the pillow instantly. Usually if he woke up sore, he wouldn’t be very fucking pleased about it. Not today, though.

Waking up sore meant good things happened the night before, and he was more than willing to stay right where he was for just long enough to relive it in his memories. That round with Liliana had been one for the ages, and it lasted well into the early morning hours. He slept like the dead because of it. He doubted an elephant walking through the room would have woken him up.