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He chuckles, leaning back and throwing his arms up on the back of the couch. “You need to learn patience, Pebbles.”
“Fuck patience.” I push off of his lap, standing in front of him, I slide the robe off my shoulders, the silky material landing in a heap at my feet. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll just go do it myself.”
His eyes heat and I don’t miss him adjusting the massive erection stressing against his jeans. “Lay on the coffee table.”
Turning back to the table behind me, I smile at the image that pops into my head of him bent over me, pounding me on the hard surface. I gingerly sit down on the edge, sliding back so I can bring my feet up on the edge. Dropping my knees open, I’m spurred on by the obvious arousal in his eyes.
Trigger kicks his boots off before standing to his full height. I look up to him under my lashes, his gaze locked on mine as I bring two fingers into my mouth, getting them wet with spit. “You’re messing with fire, sweetheart,” he says in a deep, heated tone.
I smile, bringing my lubricated fingers down to my clit. “You aren’t moving fast enough.”
He folds his cut, lying it over the back of the armchair before ripping his white t-shirt over his head. Still clad in his jeans, he drops to his knees in front of me and I giggle when his strong arms grab around my hips, pulling me to the edge of the table. He bats my hand out of the way and I let out a scream as his lips engulf my pussy.
“Fuck!” I moan, threading my fingers through his curly hair. I hold on for dear life as his tongue laps my clit in perfect rhythm. I faintly hear his belt buckle over the roar of pleasure in my ears.
Bringing both hands to my center, he splays me wide open for him to see. I lean up on both elbows to get a better view of everything that he’s doing to me. “Is this fast enough?” he asks through a devilish smile before spitting on my pussy and attacking again.
A guttural moan rips from my chest as he slides one thick finger inside me. “Fuckkk!” I scream out.
Trigger groans, synchronizing his finger thrusting perfectly with his tongue against my clit. “You taste fucking exquisite. I could do this all fucking night long.”
Words fail me as I bask in the pleasure that is only Trigger.
My body explodes as Trigger adds a second finger, hooking the two inside of me, fucking me with all the strength I knew his big muscles harbored.
I pry my eyes open, watching in utter satisfaction as he drops his jeans the rest of the way to the floor. My heavy eyes widen like saucers when his long cock springs free. “Where in the fuck do you think you’re putting that?” I squeak.
Trigger chuckles, stroking himself from the smooth base of his cock to the fat tip. “Who’s scared now?”
“I’m not scared,” I scoff.
“Your face when you saw my cock begs to differ.”
“It’s a huge fucking dick. I was simply appreciating the size of it.”
“Sure,” he laughs, squeezing the head, making it look even bigger than it did before.
“Seriously though, how in the hell is that supposed to fit inanyone?”
“Oh it fits,” he says saucily.
I laugh, rolling my eyes at his cockiness. I squint my eyes at him as he holds his palm flat in front of my mouth. “Spit.”
Trigger is a dirty boy, but I won’t lie.I like it.
I spit in his palm and he smiles in amusement as he replaces the hand at his cock, stroking himself. “Good girl.”
I snort at his praise and drag my own hand down my body as he watches my movements. I drag my fingertips along my nipples before trailing down my belly and landing at my center once again.
Trigger growls as I spread my pussy lips, circling around my clit. “Don’t touch unless I tell you too.” He once again bats my hand away with his free one.
I whimper in frustration before my eyes sparkle with appreciation as his free hand brings a condom wrapper up to his teeth. I scramble up to a seated position and, once he has the package open, I snatch the latex out of his hands and make quick work of rolling the condom on. Trigger’s sexy groans cause a throbbing in my pussy as I finish working it to his base.
Leaning forward, he places a kiss against my neck. “Lie back,” he whispers against my throat.
His big muscles are so defined from the angle he’s holding above me, which only causes the anticipation within me to grow. I lie back against the coffee table, waiting for his next move. I so badly want to touch myself, but I put my hands under my ass against the wood.
Trigger’s legs are so long he has to spread them wide before bending down to lean over me. He runs his nose along my chest, deliciously tickling my skin with his beard as he places featherlight kisses along the path. “You smell and taste so fucking good.” He presses an openmouthed kiss right under my left breast. “Better than chocolate fucking mousse.” The tip of his cock drags along the seam of my pussy as he teases all of my pleasure points.
