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“Oh, yeah? What would that be?”
She moved higher up his belly, trailing her enticing wetness as she forced more of her flesh into his mouth. “Take a guess. It involves that tongue ring and a waterfall.” She grinned. “Least it feels that way to me right now.”
He reached down to cup her ass, spreading his fingers wide to encompass as much of the perfect handfuls as he could. One finger slipped lower, searching out the source of the flood his mouth watered to taste. She wiggled to give him room, and he speared her with his fingertip. God, so fucking hot. Her inner walls rippled to hold him inside as he drew more strongly on her breast, taking his cues from the arousal coursing down his knuckles. He pushed against the swollen ridge of flesh and reveled in her gasps.
Her trembling knees locked around his sides as she rode his finger, her muscles clenching from the orgasm shuddering through her body. She threw back her head and bore down against him, moaning her displeasure when his teeth released her reddened nipple.
Enough was enough. If he didn’t get her pussy in his mouth, he’d lose his damn mind.
He grasped her hips and pulled her forward on his chest until she was straddling his head. Even breathing in her excitement made his balls feel on the verge of bursting. He pressed the flat of his tongue against her distended clit. More moisture exploded on his tongue as she pinned his left hand against the carpet.
“Yes, God, yes. Suck me.”
He already was. Hard.
Their fingers tangled desperately. No matter what he did to her, she bent her body to maintain her grip on his hand. That she fought to hold on to him only increased his own need.
“I’m so close. It feels so good.”
For me too, baby, he wanted to say, but he couldn’t drag his mouth away long enough to speak.
Trying to slow things down, he probed her with the tip of his tongue, fucking her slit as gently as he could manage when his cock was about to spontaneously combust.
As soon as he pressed his ring against her still quivering flesh, she started to come again, her hips bucking against his face in complete abandon.
“God, yes. Justin. Don’t stop. Just like that.”
He drank her down, swallowing every drop until all he could taste was Kylie. She was inside him, ruling him. Driving him past everything he’d known before.
She finally crawled away. Still panting, he turned his head and tried to focus his blurry eyes on the fire. His lungs ached with his held breaths, and his cock was so hard a single touch would make him blow.
Seemingly oblivious to his predicament—though he thought the purpling head of his shaft was a strong clue—she turned back, condom in hand, and moved to sheath him.
Justin shook his head and forced out a breath. “I’ll do it.” He grabbed the condom and forced the latex over his erection as fast as possible, wincing at even that much friction.
He’d be lucky if he got off two strokes before he came.
Teasingly, she pinched the end of the rubber. “Barely fits.” Her smug whisper next to his ear had him grinning.
“Your fault.”
“Mmm.” She stepped over him, cupping her breasts, and stood with one foot on each side of his hips. That she enjoyed her body so freely stoked his own desire. “And I intend to enjoy every inch.”
When she started to lower herself, he shook his head again and reached up to give her ass a gentle smack. “Other way.”
Interest fired in her gaze. “You are a bad boy.”
“Not that other way. Not yet.” He let out a low laugh as she turned around and crouched, wrapping her fingers around the base of his length. The vise of her hold acted like a cock clamp, simultaneously cutting off blood flow and increasing the pressure in the tip.
“Fuck, woman,” he growled.
She smirked at him over her shoulder. “About to.”
He drew up his knees to give her some leverage. She planted her feet and sank onto him, her long moan filling the room as she took him all the way in.
Sweet fuck, her pussy was still convulsing, residual waves that traveled the length of his dick. He grabbed her hips, his thumbs digging into the swells of her ass. Her peach cheeks were flawless, but the purple and yellow bruises mottling her back tamped down on his need to brand her skin with his hands. She was already marked enough.
“Ready for me?”
