My pulse thundered.Then, his mouth wrapped around my clit and sucked hard while his fingers slid inside me, curling exactly where I needed.My body and mind broke.My orgasm tore through me, violent and unstoppable, leaving me shaking, gasping and clenching around his fingers while he milked every aftershock out of me.
“Dex,” I whimpered, collapsing forward, boneless.
But he didn’t let me go.His grip on my thighs was like iron.His mouth glistened with me, his lips wet and swollen, his eyesstillburning.
“W-what are you doing?”I asked wearily.
“I think I need one more.”His voice was guttural.Like an animal.“Please.One more time.”
Before I could protest, he flipped me beneath him, spreading me wide, pinning me down like I was his prey.His face lowered, his tongue already sliding back where it belonged.
“Just one more,” he rasped, like he was begging himself as much as me.
And I knew right then that I was his for the taking.
What have I gotten myself into?
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JUST ONE MORE
DYLAN
Icouldn’t get enough of her.
The way she tasted.The way those filthy little moans slipped past her pouty lips and vibrated against my tongue.The way her hips moved and how fucking hard I got every time she yanked on my hair like she owned me.
“Just one more,” I begged, pushing her thighs apart.My mouth watered as I stared at her swollen, glistening cunt.Her pretty pink folds slick with pearly wetness, dripping just for me.“One more, darling.That’s all I need.”
“Wait, Dex?—”
Her voice nearly snapped me in half.I froze, jaw clenched, aching to tell her to call me Dylan.But if I slipped, she’d bolt.So I kept my mouth shut like a good boy.
“What?”My voice was strained.My hand was already palming my cock through my boxers, slow strokes to keep from losing it.Patience?Fuck patience.Not when I had just tasted the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.Not when my cock was throbbing like it was going to split me open.
I was afraid I’d need to be tied up to stop myself from devouring her.
Her glassy eyes flickered down, landing on my bulge.Her lips parted, and she whispered, “I-I should help you out…”
Jesus fucking Christ.I almost came right there.Her hair was wild, cheeks flushed, panties long gone but still dressed like she was seconds from being ruined.And she’d never looked sexier in her life.Not even my wet dreams had painted such an erotic sight of Katie.
“You can help me out by lying there and looking pretty,” I said, gliding my hands down her thighs, wishing I could shred her stockings and get my palms on bare skin.“Can I go back to eating your sweet little pussy now?”
Please.
She averted her gaze.“I-I… I’m still sensitive.”
Oh.
Oh.
Sensitive?
Fuck.That single word made my cock jerk violently.
“I’ll be gentle,” I lied, cupping my thick length, already leaking through the fabric.“May I?”
Her chin dipped.Permission granted.
