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His penis seriously wanted me to be late.
“Good morning,” I said, my voice muffled against his big chest. “Dillon…” I sighed.
“Don’t say it.” He must have interpreted my sigh. “I know.”
“Yeah,” I acknowledged, even as I held tight. Now he was rocking me side to side. “It’s not good for either of us.”
“Nope.”
My hands cupped his butt, squeezed. He groaned into my ear.
Yeah. Fuck this. We had enough time.
I slowly sank to my knees in front of him and did exactly what I imagined earlier with this cock.
“Babe,” he sighed, his head falling back on his shoulders as I worked the head of his dick with my mouth. One hand I used at the base of his cock to give him short tight pulses, while my other hand gently cupped his balls.
He made whimpering sounds in the back of his throat that made me believe he was wholly and totally a captive of the pleasure I gave him.
He was perfect. Everything about this moment was perfect. The quiet morning. The way he felt in my mouth. Hard and hot. So full. He cupped the back of my head, not to force anything, it wasn’t that kind of blow job.
He just wanted to touch me.
“Fuck, you’re killing me, baby. Suck me like that. Just like that. Yes! Liv, fucking take off your shirt. Now.”
I pulled my mouth away from his dick and let him go just so I could pull my t-shirt over my head and quickly toss my bra aside because I knew what he wanted.
I was going to be so late…
But he liked to see his cum on me.
And I felt like giving that to him.
He planted himself in front of me, bending down enough so that he could play with my hard nipples. Teasing them, tugging on them, until I could feel my own orgasm building.
“Your mouth,” he muttered. “One more time.”
I opened my mouth wide and slid him inside with my hand controlling him. Using my tongue, I played with that spot that drove him nuts, just under the head of his dick. I could taste the salt of his cum.
“Yes! Fuck, that’s good!”
He jerked backed and braced a hand on my shoulder. His other hand reaching for his cock, which was in full explosion mode. Stripes of cum splattered my breasts and belly, and I reached inside my jeans with my hand to stroke my own clit.
I was so freaking close.
“No, let me.” Dillon sank to his knees beside me and pulled my hand out of my pants.
“Ugh, I’m so close.”
“Then let me do it with my tongue. Please, baby.” He pushed me on my back and jerked at my jeans, until he could pull them down to my thighs. I felt the scruff of his growing beard on the top of my thighs, and then his tongue fluttered over my super sensitive clit. The orgasm hit me like a rocket.
It went straight through me and back again, but he didn’t stop. He slid his finger deep inside me, and the way my jeans pinned my legs, the sensation was so filling. He wiggled that finger deep inside as his tongue worked my clit and then it happened.
Again.
It wasn’t possible. Not this close. One on top of the other. But I was shaking and he was the only real and solid thing in a world dissolving into sparks.
“Dillon!”
