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“You’ve already paid, remember?”
Laughing, I kiss one tight nipple, suctioning it into my mouth and bathing it with my tongue. She feels so good and soft in my mouth. I pop the nipple out of my mouth and blow on it, then repeat on the other breast.
“That amount of money means nothing to me. But keeping you means everything. I’d never force you to do anything you don’t want to. Just consider that.”
I move to get off of her, legitimately to give her space to think. But Leela catches me with one leg hooked around me and drags me back down on top of her.
“I thought about it, and my answer is yes.”
“Good girl,” I murmur, licking lightly against her breastbone and kissing my way up her chest, over the supple skin of her neck, up to her lips that have me under her spell.
I’m drowning in her kiss. For the next two days, I’ll tell her what to do. But what she doesn’t know is those pillowy soft lips already own me. I already don’t have control of myself when my tongue tastes her mouth, when those lips are captured in mine. She’s beyond intelligent and sassy and beautiful and built for fucking me. Leela is really fucking good with those lips and tongue. My cock twitches when my brain inevitably goes there.Don’t worry about it, big guy,my brain tells my dick.You’ll get your turn.
I reach down under her left knee and haul one thick thigh outward, spreading her open just enough to have a first taste. She gasps again at the sudden movement. My hand pets the soft skin along the inside of her thigh, up and down, up and down.
Again I hear that whispery, strangled moan as she bites back her expression of pleasure. I kiss her through it, licking her mouth open and groaning against her. “If it’s good, let it out. That’s how I know I’m doing it right. I know you’re not afraid of anything, so don’t be afraid of what you’re feeling, Leela.”
She hisses, “I’m not going to stroke your ego by moaning and swooning and fawning,” she says.
This draws a chuckle from me, and I thrust my other hand into her mop of soft hair. Cupping her head, I kiss her hard several times. “It’s not about my ego, Kitten. That’s so I know you’re okay. If you don’t like it, I’ll fix it. If you want me to stop for a minute, I stop. When my kitten purrs, I know I’m doing her right.”
She opens her mouth to object, just as one finger on her thigh finds its way over to the juncture of her thighs. Her silken juices coat my finger, greeting me with more wetness than I anticipated. I go all in, letting my hand roam through her wet folds, drawing out gasps and sighs from my kitten until her pelvis arches upward, demanding more pressure, more contact. Her hands scramble for purchase against my chest, igniting so much pleasure at her touches. Too much pleasure. I can feel precum weeping from the head of my cock. Too soon, my guy. Too fucking soon.
“Hands under your head,” I tell her.
To my pleasant surprise, Leela obeys.
“That’s better. You touching me all over is gonna make me nut too soon.”
My hand is deliberately rocketing Leela to her first release: first, my index finger exploring her cunt, then my middle digit stretching her while my thumb finds that very important, very hard bud at the top of her pussy.
“Crosby. Shit,” she rasps, bucking against me.
“Yes?”
The feminine growl she gives me with a “Fuck yes,” propels me onward. I strum her tight clit while delivering licking, teasing kisses to her tender, responsive lips.
I’m getting lost in her, and deep inside my heart, I’m overjoyed. This is gonna be a really fucking great weekend. I may need to figure out how to keep her even longer. Shit. I already know two days won’t be enough.
Against my lips, my Leela cries out in her first release with me. “Oh my god. Oh my god!”
“That’s it, Kitten.” I feel her body contract and relax.
“Crosby.”
“That’s my name, baby.”
She exhales a soft “asshole” remark, but I can hear her smile.
“Let’s keep our dirty mouth busy, shall we?” She lets out a muffled cry when I slip my two wet fingers into her mouth and say, “Suck me clean.”
The questioning noise from her full mouth transitions to a satisfying moan of pleasure while my opposite hand spreads her wide. I’m salivating for her. I pull my fingers free of her mouth and position my head between her thighs.
The taste of my Leela is beyond exquisite. The stickiness of her pussy overwhelms my senses. I don’t know how I got so lucky. I don’t know how I knew she would be built for me, and I for her. Something else intervened; I don’t know if it was fate or the universe or what. But I knew the first time I saw her picture I had to fuck her.
What I didn’t know was how bulldozed I would be.
I thought I was drowning in her kiss before. But I may genuinely, blissfully, expire from the sheer perfection of her sweet juices. It drips from her, so much I can’t catch all of it. She gushes into my mouth and drips down my chin. Breathless, I pull away to wipe her essence off my chin and lotion my chest with it. Fuck, I don’t give a shit anymore. I want Leela on me, I’ll fucking wear our sex funk as aftershave, and the world can fuck off about it.
