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Whitley.
We’d had sex last night.
That washermouth on the head of my cock.
“Fuck, Whit,” I groaned, slumping back in the bed and trying to make it seem as if I wasn’t going to immediately nut in her mouth.
Whitley responded by taking me deeper. I groaned, low and feral.
A beautiful woman hidden under the sheets with her mouth working me like a popsicle. Her head bobbed up and down, shaking the sheets. I flung them off of her to watch her work and was given the sight of her DSLs wrapped tight around me. She was still naked. Her breasts dangling between my thighs and her ass in the air. The exact way I was planning to fuck her after she finished.
“That’s it,” I encouraged.
Her hand slipped between my legs and cupped my balls. I jerked against her hand, and I swore she smirked like a cat. After only a few more strokes, my hands were in her hair. My breath came out in pants, and I forced her to take more and more of me.
“Close,” I warned.
I expected her to back off and let me finish in my hand or on my stomach, but she did nothing of the sort. She took more of me, and at the sight of her deep-throating me, I came in long, hot spurts into her welcoming mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said incoherently as she sat back on her heels and swallowed.
“Morning.”
“Good fucking morning to you, pixie.”
I grabbed her round the middle and threw her down on the bed. She giggled and let me nuzzle kisses against her neck. My stubble scratched against her skin and left a row of red marks that I deeply enjoyed, and by the way she squirmed, she did too.
“I could get used to this,” I muttered into her neck.
She laughed and shoved me backward. “I bet you could.”
I sat back on my heels and looked down at her, sprawled on the bed. We had a flight to catch later, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever be ready to leave. I couldn’t even think past this moment. Past her naked body with her arms over her head, unabashedly beautiful, and a smirk on her lips.
“What? You couldn’t get used to this?”
I pressed my hands into her wrists, applying pressure to hold her in place as I ran my cock against the slit between her legs. She groaned, and her eyes fluttered closed.
“Look at me, pixie.”
Her eyes snapped open. The hazel nearly as green as mine in the morning sunlight. They said eyes were the window to the soul, but Whitley’s were usually so hidden that even I couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. But not this morning.
This morning there was a challenge in her eyes. A look that said,I dare you.
My cock lengthened at that look. I released her just long enough to slide a condom on before returning to the position we’d been holding. Then, I slipped inside of her. She kept her eyes focused on me, even as we both panted and groaned. It wasn’t until I brought her fully to climax that her eyes snapped shut and she trembled from head to toe.
We both released our breaths at the same time. She gave me a satisfied smile as I slid out of her.
“You’re right,” she finally said. “I could get used to that.”
I laughed in a self-satisfied way and then hoisted her over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she cried.
Without explanation, I carried her into the bathroom. I set her on her feet in the shower and turned the water to steaming. After discarding the condom, I joined her.
“I could have walked. It was a handful of feet.” She grumbled something under her breath that sounded likebarbarian.
“Barbarian, huh?” I asked with a laugh. “That’s a new one.”
