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She bobs her head up and down my shaft, getting used to the feeling, racing her hand in tandem. As much as I want this moment to stretch on forever, the clock is winding down, and I have to make a choice: come in her mouth or her sweet little pussy.
It’s not a choice at all, really, because I need to fuck her.
I tilt her chin up, pulling her off my cock.
“Did I do something wrong?” she pouts.
I respond by hauling her up off the floor and setting her down on the table.
“Oh!” she gasps.
I pull her bra the rest of the way off, watching her gorgeous tits fall out. Her panties come next, which I rip down her thighs. She smells just as good as I remember, thick and heady and like a young girl in heat. I bury my face in her cunt, aching to taste her.
Her hips buck wildly as I run my tongue up and down her seam. I’ve barely started, and she’s already so close, ready to cream all over my face.
Her hands grab at my hair frantically as her heels dig into my back. I can’t believe I get to keep her. That Britney is mine.
“I’m…I’m…oh, God, I’m coming!”
Britney’s thighs tighten around my cheeks as my mouth floods with her essence. I could die a happy man right now, buried in her cunt.
Her body jerks as she cries out, screaming her release. Already, I can’t wait to do this again. All damn day, if she lets me.
Her body stills, and the vice grip she has on my hair loosens.
“Wow…that was amazing…”she mutters, her chest rising and falling in rushed pants.
My cock is throbbing with want, but I dare not speak my need. Or at least I try to hold back, but the beast inside me refuses to abide.
“I wanna fuck you,” I growl through clenched teeth. “This pussy is mine,” I swipe my thumb against her clit, making her jolt, “and I aim to claim it.”
“Then take what’s yours.”
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BRITNEY
Gone is the gentleman that’s ever so careful with me. In his place, a savage bent on gaining pleasure at the expense of my flesh.
A price that’s more than fair.
I’ve never seen Alistair like this before. So primal with need. A small part of me is scared because I don’t know what he’s capable of.
Rough grips replace soft ones, spreading my legs so that I’m more exposed than I’ve ever been.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says as he gazes down at my sex. Unexpectedly, he spits on it, then takes a finger and spreads the moisture to my entrance.
What the fuck—it’s like I don’t even know the man. Not that I’m complaining. If this is what he needs, I’ll gladly let him have it.
Let him have me. All of me.
He runs his bulbous head down my seam, swiping it over my clit, again and again, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
“You ready for my fat cock, baby girl?”
I swallow hard, wrapping my arms around his neck, clinging to him as if my life depended on it.
“Yes.”
