“Fucking hell, yes,” I hiss.
Her smile is a wet dream in the flesh.I hold back my release by sheer force of will.
With a coyness I long to experience every second for the rest of my life, she tucks her fingers into the waistband of my underwear and tugs.I lift my hips.My cock springs free and bobs an inch away from her face.
Her surprised inhale strokes my ego.The couch fabric tears further.
I moan and drop my head back when she wraps her fist around my base, but the loss of sight is too much, so I lift my head and feast with my eyes.
Her cleavage pillows around her low-cut top and my bunched boxer briefs.She adds a second fist to my base and licks her lips, but the trepidation in her gaze helps me cling to my control.
“You don’t have to—fuck,” I groan as she brushes her closed lips over my sensitive tip.
She scrambles my senses with her tentative exploration of my cock.An eruption builds at the base of my spine, promising the most epic release of my life, but I refuse to end this moment too soon.
When she runs the flat of her tongue up the veiny underside of my shaft, I hiss and jerk.A few pearly drops escape from my tip.She captures them with her tongue and hums.
Bliss shreds me into a million carefree ribbons as she closes her mouth around the head of my dick.A swirl of her tongue, bob of her head, and I’m a goner.
Liquid fire erupts from my balls, sears the inside of my shaft, and jets from my tip into her mouth.She startles, squeaks, and pulls back, but stops before I pop free of her lips.
With the floodgates open, I cum in long, terrifying, blissful waves.
She wrecks me to my core when she flicks her tongue over my slit, swallows, and hums.
I die a million glorious deaths.
More spent than ever before, I droop into the cushions and absently note the white tufts of stuffing from where I ripped the couch open on either side of me.
Audrey takes me deeper into her mouth.
I curse and pull her off me before I have an aneurysm.Her pleased smile rips my soul wide open.I take her mouth, tasting myself on her tongue, and lay her on the ruined couch.Unable to get enough of her sweetness mingled with my spunk, I deepen our kiss as I worship her face, throat, and shoulders with my hands.When I cup her breasts through her dress and she arches into my touch, I nip the tip of her tongue and push her bodice down.She squeaks and buries her hands in my hair as I knead, pluck, and roll her perfect breasts.
I tear my mouth away from hers, tease her earlobe with teeth and tongue, and trail kisses down her throat to the pulse hammering at the base.
“I should slow down, but you’re too tasty,” I growl against her collarbone.
“Don’t stop.More,” she breathes.
I nip and lick my way over her shoulders and down her sternum.
Her breast fits in my mouth.She gasps and digs her nails into my scalp.I devour her until she writhes and whimpers underneath me.
Needing to taste her the same way she tasted me, I crawl backward, gather her skirts out of the way, drop onto my belly, hook her knees over my shoulders, and grab her hips.
I groan as the scent of her arousal floods my nostrils.She closes her fists in my hair and tugs, but I keep my face an inch away from her wet panties.
“Brennan,” she whispers.
Her breathy voice undoes me.
I close my mouth over the whole of her covered sex and groan as I lick her through the fabric.She clamps her knees around my ears and bucks.I pull the offending material aside and feast on her delicious pussy.Kissing, licking, sucking, I worship her without restraint, not stopping even when she shouts, bucks, and floods my mouth with her release.
Her shaking and ragged breaths fill me with pride as I swirl my tongue around her hardening clit.
“Brennan, I can’t—”
“You can, love.For me.Give me another,” I growl against her intimate flesh.
