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She was in shape but not muscular. Thin but not skinny. A couple of the sweet butts were too stick thin for his taste. Fallon was made up of perfect curves and lines.
Hell, she was more than perfect. She was a fucking wet dream.
He cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed, then ran his palms up along her back until he got to where her bra was fastened. He tipped his head up to see her staring down at him, watching.
He hesitated with his fingers on her bra, but when she slightly nodded her head he took that as encouragement to proceed. As soon as he unhooked it, it fell free.
Fuck yeah.
Her dark pink nipples were perked and the perfect size for his mouth, the tips as hard as diamonds. He took his time taking one, then the other into his mouth.
Her back arched and she planted her hands on his shoulders. He cupped one tit and tweaked her nipple at the same time, while sucking the other as hard and as deeply as he could. Scraping the tightly pebbled tip with his teeth.
Her whimper made his dick flex in his jeans.
She ripped his baseball cap off his head and tossed it over her shoulder, then drove her fingers through his hair, the shortish nails scraping along his scalp and causing a shiver to slip down his spine.
“Whip,” she breathed.
Tipping his eyes up toward her face, he watched her expressions change depending on what he did. Through it all, she kept her eyes open and focused on him.
And that was hot as fuck.
She wasn’t retreating into some sexual fantasy, but remained right in that room with him.
“I want you naked,” she groaned.
“Gonna get there,” he said around her nipple.
“Soon,” she urged.
“When I’m ready.”
Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling at his scalp, but he wouldn’t stop what he was doing. Not yet.
He wanted to worship every part of her and this was only the beginning. This wasn’t going to be a quickie and he refused to rush. He planned on taking his damn time and making this last for as long as she allowed.
He took her other nipple in his mouth, nipping the tip and causing her muscles to tighten beneath his fingers. He tucked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly... so fucking slowly slid them down over her ass cheeks and down her thighs until they dropped to her feet.
“Whip,” she moaned. “Hurry.”
“Ain’t hurryin’. Warnin’ you now, more you push, the slower I’m gonna go.”
She shook against him and when he glanced up, he saw she was silently laughing.
He grinned but then went back to work, dragging his tongue around each areola, and over each puckered tip while his fingers kneaded her ass cheeks. When he separated them, he dragged his thumb through her crease, finding another spot that was puckered, circling it a couple of times before moving on.
Tucking his hand between her thighs, he stroked the soft, warm and plump flesh between them. She was already slick and ready for him, but he was nowhere near ready to hit that. Fuck no. As much as he wanted to throw out his plan of taking his time to just fuck the shit out of her, he forced himself to remain on his slow course.
In the end, it would be worth it.
If he rushed to shoot his load, she could very well kick him out of her room once they were done and the night would be over.
He wasn’t ready for that.
Again, if they only had tonight, he didn’t want to rush it.
Using his mouth, he tugged on her nipple at the same time he slipped his middle finger inside her. She immediately clamped around it, making his dick flex in his jeans.
Fuck yeah, she was wet.
So fucking ready.
Damn.
He released her tit so he could grit his teeth to fight the urge to throw her on the bed and just sink deep inside that warm cocoon. He managed it, but barely.
Slipping his finger from her, he used his foot to encourage her to widen her stance, to give him more room, and she did. This time, instead of coming in from the rear, he cupped her pussy, squeezed it, then buried his thumb against her clit and two fingers in her cunt.
His breath rushed from him as he worked them in and out, her unrestrained whimpers filling his ears, her hips rolling with the same rhythm of his hand and her fingers now almost ripping his hair out.
“Want to come.” Her voice was husky and thick and sounded even better than Syn’s singing. “Make me come.”
She released his hair and cupped his cheeks, forcing his face up as she leaned down and took his mouth.
He plunged his fingers in and out of her, capturing her cries in his mouth, grabbing her tit with his free hand and squeezing it to the point she gasped. She didn’t try to pull away, instead, she pushed it deeper into his hand.
