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I nodded and pushed my slipping bun away.

I didn’t elaborate because I didn’t want to stroke the man’s ego by telling him he was the best I’d ever had by a long shot, and the night wasn’t even over.

That headlock? Tuh.

“Did you come?”

He shook his head. “I last a long time. You’ll probably come three more times before I do.”

I smiled wryly.

“Is that a challenge?” I asked.

“It might be.”

“Well? Where to next?” I asked with a heavy sigh.

“The dining room.”

Folded

Hart

I closed my eyes and licked my lips—stealing another taste of Vera and needing something to distract me from coming down her throat. She was taking my challenge seriously, and I’d been staving off coming since she was bouncing on my dick on the couch. I’d never been so fucking miserable and satisfied in my entire life.

She smoothed her hand up the deep ridges of my abs and patted my abdomen. I shook my head, knowing what she wanted. She tapped harder, and I relented—propping myself up on my elbows and giving her my eyes.

“Mmm,” she purred around my dick, nearly sucking the skin right off. She released me with a loud pop that reverberated against the walls. She caught her breath, flattened her tongue against me, and licked up my shaft until she reached the crown. She swirled her tongue around it and sucked on just the tip. “Come on, Sweet Hart,” she rasped. “Don’t tell me you got that stubborn dick,” she teased, playfully throwing my words back at me before wrapping those juicy lips around me again.

My body went rigor mortis rigid when she kicked it up a notch and went nose to pelvis. I lost the little self-control I had left and started fucking her mouth in earnest. The sounds that were coming from her mouth and throat were disgustingly profane, and I fucking loved it.

“Your mouth is taking this dick so good, Sugar,” I praised, ignoring the familiar sensation building at the base of my dick that was trying to overtake me. My hips snapped feverishly, and I reached a point where I could no longer fight it. My dick pulsed as I spurted cum into that warm, wet mouth I’d quickly grown to love.

Vera greedily gulped down my load, and I cursed myself for not having more to give her. She eased herself off my dick, and I sat up, pulling her up my body into my lap. My still erect dick jutted between us, but it was easy to ignore when she put those pillowy, soft lips on mine. My fingers dug into her hips, and my toes curled harder than when she was fucking and sucking me. Her kisses were that damn intoxicating—so exhilarating that I didn’t even mind tasting my cum on her tongue.

Eventually, I pulled away.

“I won,” she said with a smirk.

“Fuck. I don’t know. I feel like I won,” I remarked, rubbing my hands up and down her firm thighs. I took a moment to appreciate Vera’s body. She had an athletic build—toned muscles, taut abs, a drool-worthy ass with dimples in her lower back, and a set of B-cups that sat high. It was evident she took care of herself.

I bet she does Pilates. I bet she’s flexible, too…

“Oh, we’re not done, Sweet Hart. That was just the warm-up.”

I gripped the back of her neck and brought her close until our noses touched.

“You talk a lot of shit, Vera Gray,” I whispered.

She grinned, and I knew she was about to say something that’d tilt my world upside down.

“If I’m still talking, then you didn’t do your job right.”

I sighed and rolled her onto her back.

“I’m hungry again. Put those legs up and open wide.”

“Like this?”