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“Honey, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
I pressed hot, hungry open-mouthed kisses up and down his shaft, finally stopping to suck hard on the tip until he was fisting his own hair to keep from pulling on mine. “Do it,” I begged, almost as crazed as he was. “And then bend me over this couch and make sure I feel you in every fucking pore.”
“Suck me. Please.” His guttural request had me taking him in hand and as far into my mouth and then my throat as I could manage—which wasn’t that far. I wasn’t some pro.
But he reacted as if I was, stroking my hair was such reverence that I felt like a master. When he finally fisted my ponytail, he still didn’t shove my face down or force me to take more than I could, just encouraged me with perfectly filthy comments about my body that only spurred me on more. And most of all, he praised me.
“Good girl. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
I nodded and he groaned at the way my mouth rippled around his length. I ran the edge of my nails up and down his stiff length, tracing the veins that bulged. “Do you want to come?” I flicked my tongue over his slit, collecting everything he made for me, while I looked up at him for approval.
“Yes. In your pussy. Only your pussy.”
I licked my lips and dove down once more, drawing on him strongly enough that he had to inhale sharply. My jaw was already killing me, but it was worth it. Once his cock was slick with moisture, I eased back and rubbed him between my breasts, just for a moment. His whole body jerked. “Are you sure? You can have these. Or all over my lips.”
“Honey, you’re killing me. I can’t hold on.”
“So don’t.” My jaunty tone shot him into action.
He grabbed my arm, hauling me up and pushing me over onto the wide arm of the couch. He tore my panties and the bright pink shreds fluttered around my feet as he fumbled for a condom. That his hands weren’t steady unwound something inside me, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it before the broad head of him was pushing between my legs.
He didn’t fumble there. No, he was all sure, steady calm as he pierced me, invading me so completely that I wasn’t fully aware of the sounds that left me.
I’d wanted to feel him in every pore? Mission accomplished.
“God, you feel good. Just like that, Honey.” He made my name into an endearment as he flattened his palm in the small of my back and gripped my hip to drag my ass up high while he slammed into me.
I never knew how he’d come at me next. One moment, he treated me like glass. The next, he plowed into me as if he simply couldn’t control himself.
As if he needed me enough to break both of us in two.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby. So good. So fucking good. Be my good girl and come around me.” To make sure I did just that, he reached around me and fingered my clit, touching me so deftly that I had to turn my face into the cushions to muffle my scream.
He didn’t stop. His strokes grew harder and more chaotic and his fingers were relentless. He alternated his rhythm so I couldn’t just coast, so my body had no choice but to respond to his with every new thrust.
And then he shoved his wet fingers into my mouth, making me taste my own pleasure while he fucked me into another orgasm.
“Guess you are a multiples girl, aren’t you, Honey?” His hot breath against my ear caused me to moan as he yanked out of me and flipped me onto my back. He put a knee down on the couch and dragged my leg up over his shoulder so he could hammer into me from a new angle, folding me into the sofa so I couldn’t do anything but take what he was offering—however he wanted to give it.
“Play with your pussy.”
His fixation between my legs encouraged me. I didn’t feel shy, just hot and loose and eager. I wanted him to keep fucking me forever. So I arched my back and stroked myself until his breathing changed to grunts and I could tell his rope was about to snap.
I slipped my fingers through my arousal to briefly stroke his cock where it plunged in and out of me and he let out a curse. Then he dropped his head back, the tendons of his neck brutally visible, and unleashed inside me.
His hips snapped forward and back until all I could do was whimper as he shouted and drained himself into the condom.
He didn’t slump for a moment. He drew himself out of me, fell to his knees, and buried his head between my quivering thighs, eating me while I clutched his hair and prayed for relief or release or just sleep.
I didn’t even know anymore.
By the time he stopped, I was a writhing mess. My eyes were grainy from frustrated tears, my throat raw from my cries. My lips swollen, my nipples abraded. And my jaw was throbbing.
The pinprick lights in the ceiling were too bright so I turned my face into the cushion. I barely roused when I felt him pick me up and carry me…somewhere.
The last thing I felt before I drifted off was his cool, soft lips against my temple.
FOUR
