I tease her, driving her higher and higher, until I finally insert one, then another finger inside her.
She writhes and twists, moaning my name, her nails slicing into my scalp.
But I don’t stop.
I never want to stop.
I know I’ll never deserve this woman. Not with the darkness that still lives inside me.
But that won’t stop me from wanting her. Taking her. Loving her.
When her thighs quiver around me, I lock in my focus, determined to make her come so hard she sees stars.
“Oh my... fuck. Daltyn.” She’s gripping my hair like she’s hanging on to a life raft, grinding against my mouth. “I’m gonna?—”
“Come for me,” I rasp. “I need to taste you.”
She jerks against me before she detonates, her back arched, screaming my name as she closes her eyes.
She quivers against me, and I pull my fingers out, lapping her up until she’s boneless on the mattress.
With a grin, I crawl up her body. “Oh, I’m not done yet.”
Her eyes fly open.
My lips cover hers. She wraps her arms and legs around me, clinging to me as we kiss, tasting herself on my lips.
And then she squeals as I roll so she’s on top of me.
Her eyes are bright with excitement as she smiles at me.
“Flip around,” I command. “I want your pussy on my face and my dick in your mouth.”
“Oh,” she breathes. “That’s hot.”
I chuckle, my hands on her hips. “Show me how much you want me.”
Without hesitation, she moves, shifting so she’s hovering over me.
I grab her, pulling her down against my mouth. She moans, then wraps a hand around me, her warm tongue gliding over my tip, licking my precum like it’s the best kind of dessert.
“Jesus, Peyton,” I whisper as she sucks me deep. “That feels fucking incredible.”
My words spur her on.
She’s driving me so crazy, I can barely focus on what I’m doing like I should be.
My tongue slides deep inside her, and the moan she lets out vibrates through my length.
“Jesus.” I grab her, my chest rising too fast. “I need you to stop.”
She releases my dick, turning to look at me, her eyes wide.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth.” I shift her to the bed beside me, sitting up and putting my hand on her face. “Are you on birth control?”
She nods. "I have an IUD."
My hand caresses her cheek. “I’ve always used protection.”I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “But with you, I don’t want to.”
