She’s trembling and writhing beneath me, her voice filled with a dizzying lust and wanton heat.
“You taste so good.”
She whimpers, her thighs shaking either side of my head as I eat her out with increased determination.
“Oh God,” she whimpers.
I sink even deeper, lapping up every quiver of her pussy and swallowing down all the slick arousal that’s dripping out of her.
“Come on my face, Baby. There’s a good girl now.”
She tenses, and her grip tightens on my hair making my dick surge with a wave of pre-cum, that drips onto the sheets.
The incredible sound she makes the moment she lets go is one I’ll replay over and over in my head for the rest of my life.
“Sullivan! Oh my… Sullivan!”
She screams. My girl fucking screams my name as she squirts a jet of warm cum into my mouth.
I drink it down with a smack of my lips before sinking back into her, hungry for more.
“Jesus Christ, yes, Baby. That’s what I’m talking about.”
She whimpers and pants and wriggles, not knowing what to do with herself. I clamp my forearm over her hips, pushing her into the mattress as I work her back up with my tongue again.
“Sullivan!”
Her orgasm rolls into another delicious wet scream of my name.
If the band wasn’t playing so loud then there’s no doubt the whole wedding party would hear her.
I’m going for a third when she pulls my hair so hard I wince.
“Need you,” she pants, “inside me.”
I kiss her trembling skin, loving the way she sucks in a breath as my lips graze her puffy, silky little clit.
Tugging her panties down, I bring them to my nose. Her pupils blow wide as I jerk myself off at the same time as I take a deep inhale.
“I’m going to need to keep these.”
“Are you?” she breathes, her eyes sparkling.
“Fuck yeah.”
I drop my hand and scrunch it around the base of my cock, the other cupping my balls. I grunt as I jerk myself off again, this time with her panties wrapped around my shaft.
She watches me with flushed cheeks as I put on an obscene show, allowing my pre-cum to run down the sides of my length and sink into the fabric alongside her own arousal.
“It’s been a long time, Baby. Maybe I should come first before I fuck you. Paint those juicy tits of yours instead. Otherwise you’ll have me leaking out of you for days.”
“I want that.”
Tate holds my eyes, a dirty glint in hers.
I press my lips together in a tortured grunt.
“Fuck, Baby, you’re killing me.”
