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“Quality time.”
My lover’s eyes followed me downward as I sank to my knees before him. Gently, I pushed his thighs apart.
“Sammara Dakota time.”
He nodded dreamily, his eyes somewhere lost and far away. I stripped him quickly, wordlessly…
The tiny bedroom absorbed his groan as I swallowed him.
Twenty-Six
DAKOTA
Her mouth was molten as it moved up and down on my cock. I could feel myself growing hard in her throat, stiffening to the point where each stroke brought her head further and further away from my body.
“Aww fuck, Sammara…”
The last assignment had been hard. A lot of downtime. A lot of laying in the hide, unable to even swat at the mosquitoes. Watching for every wind change and doing the necessary internal calculations, all while waiting for confirmation of target.
It was brutal, staring through the rifl
escope for hours on end, until the reticle was almost burned into my brain. The never-ending chirp of cicadas. The clicking of the bullet drop compensator…
All of these things were historically tolerable. But not with Briggs gone. Not with my mind running through all the scenarios of what could’ve happened to him, and what we might need to do in order to bring him back.
I’d been obsessed. So much that I even rushed the job. Luckily it all turned out for the greater good, even if it wasn’t my neatest work. But it got me back home quicker. Got me back to her…
Sammara’s mouth traveled lower, beyond the base of my cock. She was stroking me now with one soft hand. Running her wet tongue all over my balls…
Jesus Christ.
It felt enormous. It always did. Thinking about her was my one respite while lying there on my stomach — a light in the darkness of my own mind. The oasis I went to, whenever I needed a cool drink.
“Get up here.”
I picked her up and threw her on the bed in one complete motion. She looked utterly fantastic. We smiled our own secret smile, then moved together with the same thing in mind; Sammara rolled on top of me, facing away, and I watched happily as she lowered her beautifully-kept pussy right onto my face…
She tasted wonderful. Like warm, delectable honey. I lapped at her eagerly as she went down on me again, her full breasts pressed hotly against the hard, concave surface of my stomach.
Sixty-nine was sort of our thing. I loved devouring Sammara more often than any of the other guys, and the taste of her was addicting. It didn’t matter where we were or what were doing — I’d bend her over at any given time throughout the day and just bury my face between her legs from behind.
Likewise, she loved going down on my smooth, hard cock. Whenever any the others stumbled upon us going at it, more often than not we were locked in a steamy sixty-nine, devouring each other with all the appetite and enthusiasm of two teenagers discovering sex for the first time. Sometimes they joined in. Other times they left us alone — usually with a chuckle — to have our own fun.
Right now we hadn’t had each other in way too long, and it definitely showed. My beautiful fiancé had me buried to the hilt in her throat, her long ringlets soft hair tickling the sensitive skin along the insides of my thighs.
It would be so easy to lose it right now. To just let myself go, slipping into the pure white ecstasy of exploding into her mouth. Sammara would devour it greedily, too. She would moan and whimper while taking every last drop, keeping her lips sinfully tight around my member as I pulsed and convulsed and shot my entire hot load, straight into her belly.
But that’s not what I wanted.
“I have to fuck you…”
I murmured the words into the soft warm petals of her delicate pink flower. If she heard them, she ignored them anyway. She kept on sucking.
“Sammara… slow down…”
I realized she knew what she was doing. She wasn’t letting me up. Instead she was hellbent on finishing me off in her mouth, regardless of how many times I kneaded her ass in protest.
“I’m… I’m gonna…”
