Page 64 of Weddings, Revenge & Fake Dating

“What was that?” She swipes the curtain of hair away.

“From this angle, I can see all of you when you come.” I tug a string on her top and her remarkable tits fall free.

Jeanie whimpers when I run a hand down the center of her chest, over the swell of her stomach, past her rounded hip, and clutch the fullness of her ass. She feels spectacular.

“Such a pretty pink pussy,” I say.

Spreading her, I tease her with my hot breath and then slowly lick her crease. Her breath hitches and her eyelids sink shut.

I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure I’m branded on her brain, so I tantalize every spot but the one she wants me to touch most. Jeanie’s legs slide open wider. She sinks, forcing her center closer. She’s already desperate for me to hit her aching spot.

My good girl.

I lightly sweep my teeth over her nub.

“Yes.” Her voice hikes.

When I do it again, she arches back, pushing her sex even closer. Her swelling tits point skyward. My free hand palms a rosy nipple as she grinds into my face. Then it clamps her thigh, locking her sweet heat to my mouth.

“So fucking delicious,” I say on a moan.

Folding my lips over her tight clit, I alternate between sucking, flicking, and swirling. My scruff delivers just enough pain and pleasure to her delicate skin to drive her mad.

Jeanie rocks her pelvis and mews like she’s slipping into a wild, uncontrolled delirium. Then she orgasms in a blazing-hot release. Her pussy greedily clenches like it’s reaching for me.

I’m here, baby. I’m here.

“Mmm, ahh, yes!” she says shakily, barely able to speak.

“Give me everything,” I murmur as my lips, tongue, and teeth lap her up as she rides the ongoing spasms.

I want to take a picture of her like this—her coming on my face. I want it hanging above my bed so it’s the first thing I see in the morning. She’s like a goddamn Rubenesque nude. I could stare at her all day.

Before she can recover, I roll her into a new position. With her limp and satisfied, I kiss her, deep and indecent, with a glistening face and her taste in my mouth. I can’t get enough.

“Did I live up to my competition?” I nod my head at a sidelined Mini-Wolf.

Her smile turns impish. “My mind blanked. We might have to try again.”

“Pay attention this time.”

I grin before diving between her legs for a second serving.

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jeanie

Nose Breathers

Nathan has made me come so many times I’ve lost count. It’s clear he finds pleasure watching me get off, but without the same release, his body is taut and on edge. I reach for him, wanting to reciprocate, but he grabs my wrist, halting it in midair.

“No.” He presses a kiss to my palm and then places it flat on his bare chest like his decision is made. Case closed.

Stunned, I focus on our point of contact. His pecs rise and fall beneath my touch. I frown as I struggle to unravel his logic.

“You don’t want me to touch you?” It’s all I can conclude.

“Badly.” He lets out a low chuckle. His gaze drops to the fabric of his boxer jocks, where they pitch high and tight. They look uncomfortable.