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The grip on my neck loosens as he lowers me to the ground at his feet, my orgasm running down my thighs.
“Just think,” he chuckles as he steps in front of me, his cock barely contained in his grey boxer shorts. Pre-cum stains dark blotches on the stretchy cotton. “If I didn’t already have a plan for your mouth, I’d make you lick up all that mess.”
His fingers pinch my chin, lifting my face to his. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you beg for my cock. I’m in a generous mood like that.”
My knees slip in my puddled orgasm. I haven’t even managed to catch my breath. My pussy is still clenching, the pit of my stomach pulsing with the aftershocks of my pleasure.
Light flickers with the flutter of my eyes. I don’t know what just happened, but my legs are weak, my arms are half-dead, and God my skin is so sensitive that I swear I can feel the shadows rippling over it.
I’m in a trance as Christopher presses his thumb into my mouth, wedging it between my teeth as he traces my lips with his covered erection.
The salty, musky scent of his arousal drowns my senses, my mouth watering until I’m sure I’m about to drool down myself.
Dipping my tongue between my lips,
I trace the length of his dick. I hold on to his thighs as I bring myself up on my knees, until my tongue reaches the white elastic of his underwear.
“Fuck,” he bites out as I claw his quads, keeping myself stable as I nip up the light trail of hair to his belly button. “Fuck, yeah.”
Trailing my hands up his thighs, I lower myself back to his bulging cock, breathing out shaky breaths and inhaling in his strong, delicious scent. As soon as I find the top of his boxers, I roll them down, catching his leaking dick on my tongue. I suck the tip into my mouth, all the while dragging his underwear to his feet.
Unlike what I thought, when he fists my short hair, the force is harder and tauter, the sting insanely good.
Lowering to my haunches, I allow his crown to pop from my mouth. My hands come back up to cup his balls, and I flick my tongue over the throbbing vein at his root.
As Christopher tugs my hair with more force, I rear back, spitting the water pooled in my mouth onto my hands before I fist his cock as hard as he fists my hair. Working it up and down, round and round. Up, down, twist and round. My tongue finds his balls as my thumb rounds his tip, smearing his pre-cum around and down his engorged length.
When I press my other thumb to his taint, he shudders, muscles steeling as he hauls me up his body with a guttural growl.
“I have a better idea.” His strained voice vibrates down my throat before he bites down roughly on my lip, sucking it hard into his mouth with the metallic tang that seeps between us.
My stomach somersaults as he saunters back to the bed and sits with me on his lap. Shuffling higher up the mattress, he spins me away from him in a swift, effortless move. My back to his front, Christopher pulls me up his chest before he tips me forward, mouth perfectly aligned to his cock as he wraps his arms around my thighs. Leaning up, he licks up from my clit to my pussy with a moan that’s hungry and wanting, ready to devour every bit of my need for him.
Chapter 35
Christopher
Arabella’s moans fill the air, vibrating through every cell of my body as her pussy clenches around my tongue. Shaking in my arms, her thighs strain to press closed with each loud whimper.
Her pussy blushes with every lick, and when I suck her clit into my mouth, her entire body trembles. My dick hits the back of her throat as her she goes completely lax over me, and it takes everything in me not to thrust deeper. It takes every vestige of control not to come as her throat tightens around my length.
Fuck! Even the scrape of her teeth along my shaft is enough to have my balls pulling tight.
I need to fuck her so desperately that it’s become a gluttonous, cutting torment. The sight of her pink cunt clenching for me to fill her and the taste of her desire overwhelms me.
“Up!” The impatient order hisses from my lips with a loud cracking smack to the side of her arse.
With a choked moan, Arabella throws her head back as I drag her down my body. She’s so fucking drenched, her skin glides effortlessly over mine, leaving a trail of her longing for me. And God, I want to make her come so hard all over again that her pleasure isn’t a puddle on the floor, or a mere taste in my mouth…I want her essence to seep through my pores.
Bringing my hands up her body, to her waist, I sit up. Her back presses to my front as she collapses into my chest.
“You’re not done, are you?” Biting her lip, her words are barely coherent as her heated stare mirrors mine.
Not even close, baby.
A wickedly lewd smile pulls at her lips, her fat bottom lip dragging past her teeth. Mouth opening with a deep breath, she looks as if she’s about to say something. Instead lifting on her knees, she crushes her lips to mine.
It’s a hard and demanding kiss, so full of all the incredible things that make up the beguiling woman I married that I’m thunderstruck. I have a moment where I honestly believe that we can turn back time. We can make things right. We can be the same kids who promised each other everything no matter what.
