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"Relax your throat, baby," he rasped softly. I took a deep breath and tried to relax as he pushed deeper, his cock sliding smoothly down. He groaned in pleasure, his head thrown back, his hands gripping my hair tightly as he held himself there.
"Fuck." I moaned, my eyes rolling back as he moved in and out of my mouth, each thrust growing more urgent. "Yes," I gasped, my tongue swirling around him. "More, please."
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his fingers tightening in my hair. I whimpered in response, the intensity of the pleasure sending me spiraling towards the edge.
My hand moved to touch myself, needing to come.
He pulled back, his hand stopping me. "Not yet, baby," he said, a devilish gleam in his gaze.
He withdrew leisurely, then slid back in, his hand still gripping my hair. The motion of his thrusts turned into a smooth and steady rhythm, a gentle pumping that had me wanting more. I could sense his gaze locked on me as he pushed deeper, his hard length disappearing down my throat.
"That's just perfect. You're so damn good at this," he gasped.
A raw, desperate hunger took hold of me as he plunged into my mouth with a gentle ferocity. I wanted to be good at this for him. I wanted to give him everything. My fingers traveled up and down his flexing hips, firm thighs, and sculpted stomach, feeling the tremble of his muscles as he relentlessly pushed in. His pace quickened, a symphony of grunts and moans escaping his lips. The sight of him, lost in ecstasy, only fueled my desire.
“Fuck, you look so hot with my cock down your throat, dream girl,” he said, his voice rough with pleasure.
My hands grasped his firm ass, feeling the muscles flexing under my fingers. I urged him to quicken his pace, moaning hungrily as I sucked on his cock, my breaths coming out in desperate gasps.
I whimpered as he tugged at my hair, his hand tightening almost painfully. I loved the way he dominated me, took over so I didn’t have to think…I could lose myself in the feeling of him.
"Oh, fuck. Suck it. Suck my cock," he urged, his voice low and rough with pleasure.
My cries grew louder as he pulled harder at my hair, his grunts and moans filling the room as his thrusts became more forceful.
“Fuck, you are perfect, aren’t you? You really love this. You love me fucking your mouth. You’re such a good fucking girl.” His movements faltered for a moment, his grip on my hair tightening as he lost himself in the pleasure. I didn’t get a warning before his hot seed burst into my mouth, and I swallowed as much as I could, savoring the taste of him. It spilled past my lips and onto my chin and chest. He leaned down, kissing me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth, not giving a fuck that he was tasting himself. His thumb smeared his cum all over my skin.
“Hottest fucking thing. Ever,” he whispered, his breath hot against my lips.
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Lincoln
I chased the taste of myself on her lips, not because I liked it, but because it meant she had a part of me inside her. Sheowneda part of me I could never get back. I wanted her to have whatever she wanted from me.
I also wanted her screaming with soul rendering pleasure. To scream my name to the heavens because I owned a part of her too.
“You taste so good,” she murmured, her eyes dreamy and unfocused.
I started to harden again…because she was covered in me, her lips swollen and wet.
I knew it would be like this with her. This all-encompassing madness that grew with every touch. I knew I was staring at her like a man possessed.
But I couldn’t help it.
I pulled her leggings down and my fingers immediately began to play, running through her sopping wet folds.
She cried out softly, her gaze pleading and desperate.
I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to push inside her and never leave.
But I knew she wasn't there yet.
My tattoo may have helped her trust issues, but she was still on the cusp of running the moment she got spooked again. "You're such a good girl, Monroe. I'm gonna make you come now. Make you feel as good as you made me," I murmured.
"Linc," she whispered as I glided my fingers across her clit and gently pressed into her tight pussy. She whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed. My girl loved praise, needed it in fact, desperately.
"Look at me," I snapped, desperate for that emerald gaze to stay on me, for her to understand that I was the only one who could ever make her feel this good. Her gaze locked onto mine, her clear, starry eyes radiating a soft, mesmerized glow that sent electric currents down my spine.
