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I loop one arm around her waist and slide my hand around to roughly squeeze her ass. “Careful,” I say thickly when she pulls back for air. “You’re gonna get yourself fucked in the back of your van.”
Her pupils are already blown, but they get even bigger, like she loves the idea. I turn her toward the van. “Not tonight.” I slap her ass. “I have plans for you that involve the bed.”
Chapter Nine
Hannah
I drink in the warmth of Armando's hands on my cheeks as his lips lightly graze against mine. His fingers tangle in my hair, and the smell of his cologne fills my senses. His lips are so soft, and he kisses me with a passionate fierceness that leaves me breathless.
The intensity of the kiss is building, the electricity sparking between us. We finally break apart, and I see the fire in his eyes. He looks at me with an intensity that makes my heart flutter. I could get lost in those eyes forever.
He takes my hand in his, and we make our way up the stairs to my apartment. My heart races as we enter through the front door.
“How can I thank you for everything you've done for me?” I ask between our kissing.
He breaks away with a smirk and devilish glimmer in his eyes. “Oh I can think of many ways.”
Lust surges. I’m in a frenzy to unbutton his shirt and push down his pants. I need to feel his skin against me. I want to feel his mouth on mine. I can't wait another second. I need him inside me, now.
Our lips meet in an embrace of pure passion. Our tongues lock and stroke one another. His erection presses against my thigh. I have to have it inside me. I have to have him. I drop to my knees ready to please this man in whichever way he chooses.
He listens. He cares. He doesn’t mind my overblown emotions.
And for that, he should be rewarded.
I pull down his pants the rest of the way, and his erection springs out, hard and thick, begging for my attention. My own body is filled with a deep need to please him, a craving that can only be satisfied by his pleasure.
I take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him as I work him deeper and harder. His groans fill the room, spurring me on to take him to new heights of pleasure. He lets out a deep moan and burrows his fingers into my hair, gently guiding me. I use my hand to stroke what I can't take into my mouth, and I feel him lengthening and thickening in response.
A familiar wetness forms between my legs as I continue to work him. I feel him drawing near, and I move my tongue harder, deeper onto him. I can feel his pleasure mounting, can feel his muscles tightening. I want to take him to the edge, want to make him feel the way he makes me feel.
As my hand and mouth work together to bring him to the edge, he strokes my cheek, looking me in the eyes. The lust and desire in them is almost overwhelming. Pushing his pants further down his legs, I take all of him into my mouth and down my throat. I gag around the thickness, and I love the thrill from struggling to breathe. The sensual sacrifice has me doing it again, deeper this time.
“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs between a moan. “Deep throat me, Flowers. Just like that.”
Armando's praise spurs me to do it again and again. Each time my gagging reflex tightens around his thick cock. I continue to work him. I can feel him drawing near, and I move my tongue harder, deeper onto him.
He lets out a deep moan and tightens his grip in my hair, pulling my mouth deeper onto him. He is so close, so close that I can taste the precum. His breath catches, then he lets out a deep, rumbling moan as he comes down my throat. I swallow him down then lick him clean.
He lifts me to my feet, hands running along the curves of my body, shedding me of my clothes. Once I’m nude, he cups my breasts. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he gently teases it, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. With hands exploring my body, feeling the curves of my waist, my hips and the wetness between my legs. I don’t feel an ounce of self-consciousness when I’m with him. He clearly is turned on by every curve, every swell, and every inch of my body.
He drops to his knees and pulls me towards him. “Sit on the edge of the bed,” he commands.
I oblige, and he spreads my legs and buries his face in my wetness. I throw my head back and moan as he works his tongue inside me, stroking my inner walls.
