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The way she comes, riding her own hand as I drain my balls on her face is the only art I’ll ever care to make.
She strains up in her glory, red lips half parted, the overflowing seed I shot in her mouth running down the corner of her chin.
My knees go weak as I fuck my fist, spilling the last of my eruption on her, my teeth grinding in forbidden pleasure.
In almost three decades on this planet, I’ve never had weak knees.
Not until her. Now, there’s no denying them as she slowly tips back, wiping at her face, seductively running her tongue over her come-coated lips.
When we can breathe like human beings again, she looks up at me, smiling.
“How was it?” she whispers.
“Like nothing I’ve ever known.”
Her smile grows. “Now, we’re even.”
My blood heats. Somehow, she riles me up so much I’m still hard enough to hit a home run.
Picking her up, I plop her on the bed and climb on, straddling her legs and planting my arms beside her shoulders.
“Even? You’d better think the hell again,” I say, shaking my head. “That was just the start of fucking your brains out all night.”
She bites her lips, arching her back so her nipples brush my chest.
“You have such a sweet way with words.” Laughing sarcastically, she kisses my chin and adds, “Good thing too. Because I still want you in me.”
I should be as limp as wet grass, but I’m not.
I reposition my hips so my dick touches her stomach.
“This cock? You sure your pussy can handle what your mouth can’t?”
“Yes, that cock. I’m quite fond of it, and so is my pussy.”
Damn. This is so her.
Not too shy or embarrassed to talk filthy. No longer Miss Innocent when I shred more of her innocence with every single climax.
I love it.
“Lucky lady. Lucky pussy.”
She flips her legs around mine. “What are you waiting for?”
With a low growl, I lean down and lick her nipples, marking my territory with my teeth.
I still need a condom, but this way we’ll both be aching by the time I’m finally in her.
Taking my sweet time, I remind her what my tongue can do, greedily licking and pulling at her peaks.
When I see her eyes clamp shut, feel her writhing against my leg, I reach for the nightstand drawer, but she stops me.
“I’ll get it,” she says. “Keep doing what you’re doing.”
I growl my agreement, shaking one nipple with my mouth while she slides the drawer open.
“A new box?” she asks. “Did you just buy these?”
