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“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking you back to the tent unless you want me to make you scream my name for all the animals to hear you and any passing campers.” She giggles and kisses me once more, this time hard and filled with the desire of what is about to happen between us.
I lay her down on the camping mattress and take my time as I kiss her gently, moving my hands under her shirt, caressing her soft skin, and squeezing, grabbing hold of her, slipping my fingers between her curves. A woman such as this deserves to be cared for in every way known to man. Making love to her cannot be rushed but must be delicate, as if I were counting the grains of sand along the shore, taking my time to make sure every single grain has a number.
I am no stranger to making a woman feel her pleasures, but when it comes to sharing an intimate moment such as this, I may as well be a virgin all over again, baptizing myself in all that she is and all that we are together.
Her light moans are a symphony in my ears, the most precious sound I have ever heard. I lift her shirt, and she removes it from above her head as I adjust myself on top of her, leaving kisses along the warmth of her skin. I can’t get enough of her.
I need more.
I slip my hand under her and lift her slightly, arching her back so I can unleash her from the confines of her bra. As the clasp springs free and her breasts become sensitive to the air, I smile as her beauty overtakes me, and a switch flicks on inside of me, making me crazy, hungry, and depraved. Only by me sinking my teeth into her will my craving be satisfied.
“Baby, I need to worship you. Let me set you free.” I take one of her nipples into my mouth and swirl it around my tongue while I caress the other with my hand and move my thumb and index finger over the pebbled nipple. I groan out as the feeling of her flesh in my mouth makes me want to taste her and drown in her. I find every mark and bruise left by Parker on her skin and leave my kisses on top of them.
I sit up and bring her with me, getting her on her knees. I rip off my shirt, and she palms my chest, running her fingertips along my defined muscles. She leans forward and starts to kiss me. Every place her lips touch burns my skin as if she is a living flame. Pressing her body against mine now, the heat overtakes me, and I growl out as I quickly remove her shorts and underwear from her body. The goddess before me is mine, and I will let her know.
“Get on my tongue. Sit upon your throne,” I say breathlessly.
“Colin, in case you have not noticed, I will suffocate you.” She laughs.
I just grab hold of her and lift her as I lay myself down, and she hovers above my face. “Listen, you can either sit on my face willingly, or I will force you. Make no mistake, youwillsit on my face. If I die, I will die happy. Now, Abigail.”
She lowers her body down, both thighs on either side of my head. However, her full weight is still not upon my tongue, so I reach my arms around her thick, juicy thighs and pull her down.
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abigail
AbreathIdidn'teven know I was holding releases from my mouth in a moan that I think they could have heard from miles away as Colin goes ravenous on my clit. His entire mouth covers my center. I watch him take all of me, and his eyes roll back and close.
Am I restricting his air?I try to ease up and move off of him, but he just grabs me tighter and presses my clit against his tongue harder.
I scream out as the waves of my orgasm begin to crash against his mouth. My legs go numb, and I tremble, but he is relentless in his pursuits. I thrash in his hold, but he doesn't budge. It’s the damn vibrator all over again, only this time it’s Colin’s tongue that is making me convulse, orgasm after orgasm. The man is a God!
“Colin, please, please, I can’t take anymore. You're going to make me pass out.”
“Then pass out. I’m not done,” He growls, his teeth squeezing my clit. “Eyes on me, baby, watch me as I make you come again.” My eyes lock on his, and the pleasure I see as he licks and twirls my clit has me once again on the brink of my destruction. Then, without warning, I am forced on my back, my legs still up on his shoulders, and my breasts are pushing down on my face and neck, making it hard for me to breathe as Colin is still having his way with me. It’s then that my orgasm explodes out of me, and I squirt all over his face.
He moves both our bodies, so we are now lying next to each other. I am a panting mess, practically jelly. If a bear were to attack us, I would be a sitting duck as the bottom half of my body is paralyzed. But I don't give a fuck. Colin is giving me everything I ever wanted and then some. I need him to know, and I need him to see that I want him just as much, if not more.
I force myself onto my wobbly knees, unzip his pants, and lower them. He quickly pushes them down more using his legs and feet before they are kicked to the opposite side of the tent. His boxers are a sight to be seen, as only Colin O’Brian would have little frogs on his boxer briefs. I chuckle, but I fall silent when my eyes register the bulge beneath the shorts. There is no way he is going to fit inside of me.
“Like my frogs?” He plays with the hemline of his boxers before tugging them down, exposing the tip of his dick that’s already glistening with pre-cum. My mouth waters at the sight. I want him. All of him. Life be damned. I will gladly die trying to fit him inside of me. I desperately rid him of his little frogs, and his cock springs free from its jail as my mouth claims him. Stretching every muscle and choking him back past my reflexes. I swallow him whole.
He moans and grabs me by the hair, pushing me further down on him, and I begin to cry as his length is now sliding down my throat, and it is almost impossible to breathe. Tears roll down my face, but I love the way he feels along my tongue. I bob my head up and down on his cock and use my hands along his shaft as it continues to grow harder. I release him from my lips and finally can fill my lungs with air but leave my hands stroking him. This is not just for his pleasure; the sight of him squirm and hitch due to the way I am making him feel is for me, and I’m getting off on it.
“Is that all you got love?” He smirks, knowing damn well that I will accept that challenge. I grab hold of his cock and start moving my hands up and down his solid length. His breathing picks up, and when I lower my head to go in for the kill once more, he smiles, “Good girl.”
I take him again and go rabid. My mouth is more accepting of him, wanting him even as if it was made for him and his cock alone. Colin begins to shake beneath me, knowing his release will come soon. He grabs me by my hair once more and lifts me off of him and to his lips for a deep kiss. I need him. I need him inside of me. Just like the air that now fills my lungs is a necessity for my survival, so is his cock plunged deep into my center.
“Ride me.” He whispers in my ear.
I will give him all I have. I will make him mine. I climb up on top of him and slowly ease my pussy onto his cock. The stretch of him makes me flinch with pain, but the desire I have for him to fill me is insatiable. I slowly, painfully make my way down onto his solid shaft, and when my body finally loosens, accepting all of him as its own, I hit his pelvis with mine. I let out a scream that can only be compared to pure ecstasy as Colin’s dick is fully inside of me. I start to move my body and my hips, grinding, riding, the tempo at which I claim him is a dance that only he and I share. This moment is ours, and he is now mine. All mine.
“Baby, I’m going to come…” He struggles to get the words out as we both let go of our inhibitions and dive right into our sinful desires. We come crashing down hard against one another as he fills me.
As the sun greets the horizon, we return to his car. Once we approached, we quickly realized that someone was here as the wordsI'M WATCHINGare written in what looks to be red paint on his back windshield. But once Colin runs his fingers along the ‘W,’ he says, “Not paint… blood.” He grabs a bottle of water and his t-shirt from yesterday and begins to wash it off. I go into the car, searching for my phone to call the police. When I turn it on, I see 23 missed calls and dozens of missed text messages.
