“Gonna gag you too,” I replied as I lifted my head, and licked my lips, “how’s this part of you so sweet, when you’re all sass, huh?”
“Rocket, with the greatest of respect, shut the fuck up.”
She tried to push my head back down, and I went willingly, because I wanted more. More of her sweetness. More of those sounds. More of everything, for fucking ever.
“Oh god, oh goddd,” she was gasping, and that’s when I heard a little yip from behind me and froze. That was Nixie. Fuck me. Ice ran down my spine as I realised the poor thing could be looking right at my naked ass right now.
“What? Why the fuck did you stop? I was nearly there!”
I looked over my shoulder at Nixie in her corner, but she was chewing her toy again, and not eyeballing my bare ass like a perv.
“Is it weird, doing this where she can watch?” I asked, releasing one of her ankles to jerk a thumb over my shoulder at Nixie.
V leaned up on her elbows, checking behind me, while she straightened out the released leg, and tucked it over my shoulder.
“She doesn’t care, but I do, Rocket. I need that orgasm you almost fucking gave me. You wanna get back to work?”
She never stopped. Never switched it off. I was starting to really fucking love that about her.
“So you’re saying you want me to finish tongue-fucking you?”
She groaned, and started pushing my head down. This fucking battle between us, the push and pull, was epic. I never wanted it to end, and I wasn’t even inside her yet.
“Rocket, come onnnn!”
I went back to tonguing her sweet pussy, while my dick felt like it was about to explode. I knew it was leaking pre-cum all over the bedding, but it couldn’t be helped. I’d get her off, then slam my cock inside her, and stay there. Never leaving. Nope.
I pushed a finger inside her, wriggling it around in her hot, wet pussy, and she arched up toward me. Huh. She liked that for sure. Once I found a rhythm that kept making her ride my face in desperate arches up into me, I pushed her harder, my tongue and lips working her clit, until she finally contorted, and nearly ripped all my hair out as her gasping became moans that rode her as hard as she rode me.
Fuck. I could die happy just like this too.
V
The man knew howto use his mouth, that was for damn sure. I guess in all the ways, but this way? This was my new favourite way.
He was grinning smugly at me as he practically prowled up my body and thrust inside me, and whoa, what the hell?
“Rocket!”
He grinned down at me, his cock filling me to the hilt, and stretching me wider than I’d expected. I hadn’t even had a glimpse of it before it went in me, but he wasn’t lacking in the trousers department for sure.
“What? You wanted my cock, and you got it. Was I supposed to fucking knock first?”
I reached up to flick his ear, but he was ready for that, catching my hand and pinning it beside my head.
“Nope. No more ear stuff. Seriously, you’re way more messed up than I realised. You’ve got an ear fetish or something.”
“No, dickhead, just… we didn’t discuss, like, protection and stuff.”
He sighed, lacing his fingers with mine.
“I’m clean, haven’t been with anyone since I moved here like nine months ago. Nah, longer than that. Jesus, long enough, let’s put it that way.” Nine months. Everything was a reminder of what I wanted the most, and that’s when I realised I didn’t have to worry about this. I knew I wasn’t on birth control, because hello, divorcing, and desperate for a baby, but wasn’t it incredibly twisted not to be clear about that?
He lowered his lips to mine again, and his kisses warmed me right back up, to the point where I was forgetting that thing I was supposed to mention, because he was on me, and in me, and it was like every little fear or concern drifted away from me, but as he pulled back to look at me, his hips driving at mine with more enthusiasm, I tried again, because I didn’t want this, whatever this was, based on lies.
“Rocket-”
“This isn’t the talking time, woman. This is the time for fucking and moans, groans, and gasps of pleasure.”
