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“Why not?” Her breath hits my face like a caress, and all I want to do is kiss this woman.
So I do.
“Because I haven’t told you goodnight yet.”
My lips claim hers with a fierceness I’ve come to associate with only her. She immediately opens her sweet mouth, allowing my tongue to plunder and take. Taste. My tongue moves against hers, stroking and licking, claiming with every second that passes. My hands move to the back of her neck, into her hair, holding her firmly as my mouth devours her. I hold her as if I’m afraid she’ll move or leave, and that what I was given won’t be enough.
It’ll never be enough.
I’ll keep craving more.
Her hands grip my shirt as she grinds against my crotch. My cock swells further, every ounce of blood I possess flowing to one concentrated area. I’m lightheaded and dizzy, a feeling I get every time this woman is in my arms.
I need to touch her skin. I need her to touch mine. I need…more.
Quickly, I rip my shirt over my head and toss it somewhere in the room. Her fingers flex against my pecs, branding them with one touch. My mind flashes to the night I danced for her, the way her fingers danced against my body. Electricity charges through me, reckless and destructive, making my hips flex upward, my aching cock seeking out her sweet pussy.
“I need to touch you,” I tell her without removing my lips from hers.
“Yes,” she groans, moving her hips and driving me wild.
“Back up,” I instruct. She instantly shifts back, giving me room to open the button and zipper of her pants.
Once I have access, I pull her back and attack her lips again. They’re swollen and wet and just fucking right. My hands go to her shirt, sliding beneath the material and up towards her glorious tits. I’ve seen some pretty nice ones in my life. Big ones, small ones, fake ones, but none as perfect as hers. They fill my hand as if they were made for my palm.
Lexi mewls as her tongue slides into my mouth, stroking against mine and plunging deep, mimicking to the dirty images in my head of what my cock wants to do to her pussy.
“I want to do so many dirty things to you,” I confess, sliding my hand inside of her bra and pinching her nipple.
“God yes. All of it. I want you to do all of it,” she gasps, grinding down hard of my dick.
“I will,” I tell her, slipping my hand down her stomach, to where her pants are open.
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I slide my hand between her panties and hot flesh. It’s a tight fit, especially with my large mitts, but I manage. The material is already wet and as soon as I come in contact with her warm, soaked pussy, I have to fight the urge to groan.
My fingers immediately slip between her lips, where her clit pulses hard. Her eyes start to glaze over, her eyelids drooping slightly as I apply a little pressure and move my hand. Her hips start to gyrate, her body riding my hand, seeking out the orgasm I’m promising.
“Oh God,” she groans quietly, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
“I want your hands on me, beautiful,” I tell her as I pick up the pace.
Like an electrical current, shockwaves zap through me as her fingers come in contact with my bare chest. She grips my pecs, her nails digging into the tender flesh. Just the thought of her marking me makes me crazed. Fueled. Ravenous.
Her lids flutter closed and I can tell she’s getting close. “Keep your eyes open, beautiful. I want to watch you come,” I say, slipping my fingers down farther. Her hips buck wildly as I slide a finger inside of her body. She’s hot, wet, and tight. So fucking tight it makes my balls throb.
When she tightens around my finger, I realize she’s on the brink of coming. My lips find hers as my fingers push her over the edge. I swallow every sound she makes, flexing my fingers and continuing to pump one inside her pussy. She closes her eyes briefly, but only when it seems almost impossible to keep them open any longer. Lexi sags against me, her muscles starting to relax against my fingers.
“Wow,” she whispers as I slowly pull from her body. My cock is practically shouting in my pants that it’s his turn, but I ignore the horny bastard. Now isn’t the time.
“Watching you come might be my favorite thing in the whole world,” I confess, pulling my hand out of her panties, and because I’m a dirty bastard like my cock, I bring that lucky finger to my mouth and slip it inside. I can’t stop the moan as her scent surrounds me, wrapping around me and soothing my battered soul. She tastes like sex, like desire, like my woman.
And she is.
Mine.
