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"Would you judge me if I came right now? With just your piercing touching me? Because…”
Pressing down harder, I realized she was fucking gone, and watching her come underneath me was better than anything I could have imagined. My arms were shaking as I kept my weight off of her. Not because I was holding myself up but because I was holding myself back.
"You look beautiful when you come," I groaned, still moving my cock between the folds of her pussy. "I'm holding myself back, wanting to make sure I see you like that over and over again."
A single tear fell down her cheek, and she pushed her tits into my chest. Her hands were holding onto my biceps, her nails pressing into my skin almost painfully. When I was sure she was ready for more, I lined myself up to her core and pushed inside of her, making her scream as the metal hit nerves I was sure she had never felt.
"Feels good, doesn't it baby? Now you know why I wanted to make sure we didn't need anything between us. I wanted to make sure you got everything."
"Oh my god," she breathed as I thrust harder and harder.
Her walls were already squeezing me, and I knew she was close to coming again. Grinding myself lower, I rubbed her clit with each movement. Her head started shaking back and forth, so I lowered my head and captured her lips, keeping her still as she came.
My tongue was as deep as I could go, and my lips were ravenous as I tasted her. She fought back with her tongue, taking the energy the orgasm was giving her and forcing me to lose control.
Twitching a few times, I finally let go, my release making me pull my lips from her. Since there wasn't much in my room, my groan echoed off the walls as I spilled inside her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, almost uncomfortably, while she tried moving beneath me for more.
My cock couldn't take it, the sensation was too much, so I pulled out of her and made her stop moving with the strength of my hand on her stomach. Then I lowered down between her messy legs and stroked my tongue up, tasting the evidence of our pleasure.
Her legs started to shake again, opening even wider to accommodate my broad shoulders. When I licked her again, I closed my mouth over her clit and sucked, keeping my eyes on her to watch her reactions.
"Mmmm," I moaned, loving how we tasted together. "So good."
Her mouth fell open, and her head fell back. "Tripp," she cried. "Oh, Tripp, fuck."
I wanted to comment on her dirty mouth, but I didn't want to risk taking away the pleasure she was feeling. Once I started moving my tongue back and forth over her clit, she erupted, and I felt her practically coat my chin. It was as close to seeing a woman squirt as I had ever seen, and my cock was getting hard again.
"We are never going to be able to stop, Coconut. This is how you and I are going to have to live until we kill each other because just tasting you is making me want more."
"I can't. I'm already dead."
"The fuck you are," I growled, then sat up quickly, pushing my cock into her before she could expire. She nodded her head and started chanting, "Yes," as I fucked her harder than I did the first time. It was as if I was chasing something that I was scared would disappear if I didn't hurry. Probably because I had never come twice the way I was about to do inside Tatum's sweet pussy.
"That's my girl," I soothed her. "You can take way more than you think you can."
"You feel so good. Tripp, you feel so dang good."
"Come again," I leaned down and whispered into her ear. "Come on my cock baby. One more time, just for me."
She squeezed and screamed, the echoes of her cries carrying throughout my apartment. When I was sure she was coming, I let myself release again, growling like a fucking lion as my body felt tense and then immediately weakened.
Falling onto her petite frame, I kept moving my hips, slower and slower, until neither of us was making a sound. Tatum's hands started caressing my back, her fingertips creating goosebumps on my flesh. Somehow, I still had the urge to move my cock that was still inside of her body, but I knew I really would kill us both.
Lifting, I smiled down at her, hoping she felt as good as I did, but all I saw was confusion and a blank stare.
"Did I go too far?" Fuck, I really did lose control.
"No," she was quiet, still looking at the ceiling. "That was the best sex I have ever had in my entire life."
"Then what's wrong?"
She finally looked at me and gave me a soft smile. Her finger pointed to the crease between my brows and rubbed, trying to smooth it out.
"If you listen closely, my phone is buzzing in the other room."
"You don't have to worry about him, Tatum. I don't know what the fuck there is left between you two, but I know two things for sure. One, he doesn't care enough about you to make you a priority, and two, he doesn't know how to make you come."
She smiled and nodded, "That's true but…"
