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After doing one last quick scan of their surroundings, he was satisfied they were alone, and he lowered to his knees between her spread thighs.
“Get those pants off.”
With her smoldering gaze on him, she did ask asked, taking her sweet time. It was fucking torture and foreplay all at the same time. His cock grew with every wiggle of her hips as she worked the leggings over her ass. He flicked his button open and lowered the fly just to give him some relief.
“Bridge up,” he ordered in guttural rasp.
Again, she did as he commanded. He took over, tugging the pants over her curvy hips, taking her panties with them. This wasn’t the time to admire what he had no doubt was sexy and expensive lingerie.
That could come next time.
Next time. Jesus, he’d lost his damn mind.
The pants got stuck at her ankles since neither of them thought to remove her boots. Laughing together, she tried to lift a foot.
“Don’t bother,” he said as he shoved it back down. She cocked an eyebrow that made his cock twitch. He swore every damn thing this woman did revved his engine. “Not sure I can wait until we get out of here. I’m hungry now,” he said as he settled on his stomach between her butterflied thighs, lying right overtop her boot-covered feet and bunched leggings.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered.
“Once I’m satisfied, we can get going again. That work for you?”
Her head bobbed up and down so fast he’d have laughed if there was enough blood in his body to power anything besides his needy dick.
“Cold?”
“Hell, no,” she whispered. “I’m burning up.”
Damn, so was he.
She stayed on her elbows, watching him intently as he leaned in and inhaled.
The scent of her mixed with the fresh fall air, going straight to his head. “Christ,” he murmured, “even your pussy smells fancy.”
Mickie laughed then let out a loud gasp as he licked her inner thigh.
“You’re wet for me,” he said as her flavor hit his tongue. She was so soaked he hadn’t needed direct contact with her sex to taste her. He repeated the move on the other side, and her inner thigh trembled beneath his wandering tongue.
“Keith,” she whispered, eyes imploring. “Please.”
“Begging already? Someone needs it bad, huh?”
She nodded.
“I was right, wasn’t I?”
“W-what?” she asked.
“You like it like this. Outside, where someone might hear us, see us. Spontaneous. Hot as fuck.”
“Yes,” she rasped. “Yes, I love it like this. Now put your mouth on me.”
He didn’t bother responding, just nipped her thigh then, before she had time to react, licked a circle around her clit.
She gasped and arched up into his hungry mouth. “Yes.”
He did it again and again until her arms shook, then he sucked her clit between his lips. She lost the battle to remain up and flopped back onto the ground with a low moan. Her hand immediately found his hair, fisting the strands with a firm grip. Then she canted her hips, lining her pussy up with his mouth.
The woman was not shy during sex, and he fucking loved it. There was no point in dragging this out by denying her what she wanted, so he rimmed her opening with his tongue a few times then shoved it in her pussy. She shrieked and rocked her hips against his face, still holding him right where she wanted him.
He fucked her with his tongue as she mewled and thrashed on the ground for long minutes.
Every sound she made, every tug to his hair, every pant had his cock leaking and dampening the front of his boxer briefs. He was headed straight for coming in his pants like a honey teenager.
“Shit, Keith, I’m close,” she wailed a few seconds later. “Lick my clit. God, please lick my clit.”
He did as asked and thrust two fingers inside her at the same time. With a sharp cry, she detonated like tripped mine. Her pussy doused his fingers. Her taste flooded his senses, and her grip on his hair grew punishing, but only served to turn him on even more.
Eventually, she sagged into the ground, limp and sated. Her grip on his hair slackened and she patted the top of his head. “Sorry.”
He chuckled. “I’m sure as fuck not.”
Her giggle was weak, tired. “Give me a minute, and I will return that favor.”
God, he laughed more with her than anyone. As he rose to his knees and off her splayed legs, she straightened her knees. Keith straddled her thighs as he reached in his navy boxer briefs to pulled out his slick cock. Her gaze followed his hand as it wrapped around his length and stroked. “Not necessary.” His dick was so hard, it nearly shot off from one pump.
Her sleepy eyes flared and she cursed. Her sweater had ridden up during her trashing, exposing a creamy white stomach. Keith tilted his head in a silent request for permission.
