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Juniors hands drifted down my back to sink into my bare ass, his firm grasp dragging a moan out of me.
Junior was walking backward then, taking us across the suite, but then turning quickly, and slamming me against the wall.
His lips ripped from mine, trailing down my jaw, then my neck. Lower, as he started to lean downward.
His tongue traced the dip of my clavicle, making a shiver of need course through me.
Then he was lowering down, his face tracing between my breasts and over my belly on his way.
On his knees, he looked up at me, hunger in his eyes as he reached for my leg, lifting it up, and placing it over his shoulder.
Then his face was against me, his tongue tracing up my cleft, then working my clit in lazy circles.
My breath caught as my hand slapped down on the back of his head, holding him against me as he drove me up slowly.
My thighs were shaky as he got me closer and closer.
I was afraid they might give out when the orgasm came. But then it was ripping through me almost violently, the waves crashing over and over, leaving me crying out and gripping Junior hard for balance as I just kept getting pulled under over and over again.
I hadn’t even fully recovered when he grabbed me, pulling me backward with him toward the bed, and pushing me to sit off the edge as I tried to slow my breathing, bring some calm back to my chaotic body.
Junior kicked out of his shoes, and I felt myself leaning backward, looking up at him, wanting to enjoy the show as he stripped for me.
Reaching behind his back, he yanked his shirt up, forward, and off, and my greedy gaze moved downward, taking in each deep indent of muscle and the way they moved as he reached down, fingers working his button and zipper free.
I sucked in a deep breath as he drew his jeans down.
Then he was there in nothing but a pair of charcoal boxer briefs between us and his cock was straining against the restrictive material.
I sat back up, my gaze slipping up to his as my hands went to his waistband, and started to draw it downward.
His eyes were molten as I moved the material out of my way, then traced my fingers up his thigh before sliding inward to close my hand around his cock, stroking it down to the hilt.
“Fuck,” Junior growled. “Suck me,” he demanded, voice tight.
As if I had any other intention.
But hearing him demand it only increased my desire to have him in my mouth.
My sex clenched hard as I lowered my head, and closed my mouth around the head, then lowered down.
Slowly.
So slowly that his fingers were digging into my skull by the time I got only halfway down.
Squeezing my thumb tightly into my fist to ease my gag reflex, I kept going, kept taking him in. Until he was buried deep, his head teasing the back of my throat.
“Oh,fuck,” Junior moaned, his hips bucking slightly into the sensation. “You’re so fucking good,” he sighed as I started to work him. With the same stubborn slowness as he’d gone down on me. Making him wait for it. Making himachefor it.
It wasn’t long, though, before his hands grabbed the sides of my head, taking control, guiding my movements as he started to fuck my mouth. Fast and deep each time, until his breath was getting ragged and his groans were making me need to press my thighs together to ease the need between.
“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling backward suddenly, making his cock leave my mouth.
Then he was ducking down, grabbing a condom from his jeans, and slipping it on as he stared at me, his eyes full of a dark promise.
Finished, he reached down, grabbing my knees, and pulling them upward, pushing them into my chest, then shifting forward, and slamming into me.
Hard.
