I grunt. “You’re quick.”
“I got your number.”
“I guess you do,” I say as I suck on her skin below her ear, dragging my tongue down her shoulder. She’s writhing under me, which spurs me on, right to her pink nipples—tight and begging for attention.
She rakes her nails down my back, and the blood rushing to my cock is endless. If she makes any sudden moves, I’ll blow all over her stomach.
“You keep doing that, and I won’t be able to control myself.” I’m staring at her with my chest tight. She’s all fucking mine. Today. And every day.
“You’re doing just fine.” She moans and squirms under my tongue, licking a few more times on each of her nipples, before I kiss down to her stomach. Her hands move to my head, rubbing with her fingertips.
I lean back enough to reach her inner thigh, using the tip of my tongue to glide up it. I’m so close to her I can feel the heat of her core radiating onto my face. “You’re so hot and wet. I’m going to lose my mind with your intoxicating sweet smell—just like everything else about you.”
She grabs my head again. I move to her other thigh and glide the tip of my tongue up over her skin again.
She is losing control as I hear her moaning and begging, “Dane, please stop teasing me.”
Giving her what she wants, I run my fingers through her wet pussy. “So fucking wet for me,” I groan right into her pussy and swirl my tongue around her clit. She wiggles herself into my face—exactly where I want her. My tongue slips into her entrance as I fuck her with my tongue. Holding her hips as I plunge into her,rocking those hips at a rhythm that has her nails digging harder into my scalp.
She pants and moves her hips with me. She’s fucking close. “Come, sweetheart, come all over my face.”
“Dane…” She grinds harder on my face. Helping her reach her climax, I reach over with the pad of my thumb and touch her clit. That’s all it takes for her to tumble over the cliff. “Fuck, Dane, fuck, holy shit.” She groans as her eyes roll back in her head. Riding her out with my tongue, she slowly comes back down on the bed, relaxed.
I crawl up to look into her beautiful, content face. As the tip of my cock hits her clit, she grinds against me. She’s ready to go again. This woman. The glazed-over look in her eyes is all I need to see to know she is satiated. But there’s so much more where that came from.
I move my hand over her throat and say, “You like that.” I squeeze just enough for her to feel the pressure of my hand on her neck.
She leans her head back, grabs my wrist tight, and rolls her hips as her pussy slides over my cock. “Yes, I love it.”
Oh fuck me!
Focusing on my hand around her throat, I want her to beg me to squeeze it and fuck her hard. I let go of her for only a few seconds, long enough to grab a pillow to tuck under her ass. She thought she saw stars a few minutes ago. My cock is lined up to her entrance as I nudge inward, waiting for her to feel the depth of it.
“Dane, why do you feel so good?”
“You were made for me, sweetheart.”
The moan that escapes her lips has me slamming into her as she yells, “Yes, yes, fuck me.”
Her back arches and her perky tits bounce, teasing me to bite them. I lean down and bring one into my mouth. Rolling it withmy teeth, she grabs my shoulders, her nails embedding into my skin.
I’m not taking it easy. My hips are moving at a punishing pace, thrusting in and out of her. My rock-hard cock feels her pulsing around me. She’s close again, and I’m going to make her come so hard, she’ll forget her own name.
Her tight, wet pussy, the sound of skin on skin, and her panting that’s increased tenfold, the smell of sex in the air, the look on her face, as I squeeze her neck—it’s all pure ecstasy.
“I want to be buried in your pussy every day, sweetheart.”
“Oh, yes, yes.”
I keep the speed pistoning in and out of her, and there it is—her fucking pussy clenching me, and my hips stutter as I spill my cum inside of her.
“Fuck, you’re amazing.”
Her eyes are rolling back in her head as she screams, “Dane, Dane.”
My name on her lips will never get old. I release her neck and crash my lips down on hers as her orgasm is still rolling through her. Hips moving over my cock—riding out the last of it. Moaning against my lips, it won’t take long for round two if she keeps those hips rocking like that. Our tongues frantically meet, not wanting the connection to end—wanting none of it to end.
As we slow our kiss to something sensual, I glide my hand through her fiery red hair and cup the back of her head, possessing her in a way she likes, massaging the back of her head. Again, she moans into my mouth.
