Page 300 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

Siena flashed him a smile, and without another word, she moved lower again. His fingers tangled into her hair as her mouth hovered over the head of his dick. Her tongue snaked out to strike against the tip, and taste him.

“Fucking tease,” he told her again.

“Barely.”

That was all she said before John lost his ability to breathe or speak. She took his cock in from the tip all the way to the base. He felt her throat muscles contract from how deep he was in her mouth, and then her lips closed around him.

Silken lips.

A rough tongue.

Hot wetness.

Christ.

“Love your fucking mouth,” he mumbled.

John swore he saw Siena try to grin around his cock. He lost sight of her eyes as she dipped her head back down and swallowed his cock again. He loved the feeling of her mouth tight around his dick, and the way her tongue stroked his shaft as she pulled him out of her mouth once more.

Still, he needed to see her.

“Look at me, Siena.”

Instantly, her eyes were back on him.

Blazing blue.

Raging lust.

Brimming love.

John tugged on Siena’s hair with one hand, and grabbed her arm with his other. Yanking her up, he pulled her into his kiss with bruising force. She straddled his waist, and let her fingernails rake over his pecs hard enough to leave stinging red streaks behind. Her wet cunt grinded against his erection in the best fucking way possible.

“Get on me, girl,” he growled against her lips. “Stop this fucking teasing, Siena.”

She didn’t need to be told again. Her hips shifted just the right way, and he positioned his cock where he wanted to be the very most. She fell down on his length with a sigh that melted into a satisfied moan.

“You like that?” he asked. “The way I fill you up, babe?”

“So much, John.”

She rocked her hips, and fit her body even tighter against his. Every little flex of her inner muscles hugged him tight. He could feel her honey coating his shaft—he bet he could get her even wetter before they were done, though.

“You gonna ride me?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“You gonna fuck me, my pretty girl?”

“All night, if you want me to.”

John grinned. “You better.”

Her pace was frantic when she started riding him—a fast, hard rhythm that drove him insane. She tossed her head back, and her hair fell in a wavy, wild curtain over her tits. His hands cupped her breasts, and his thumbs tweaked at her hardened nipples.

“Come for me, Siena, and let me taste that cunt of yours.”

“Fuck.”