Page 147 of Bad Run

My hips lift, chasing his touch. “Lance,” I plead.

“Not yet,” he murmurs. “First, you come on my tongue.”

I watch as he kisses a line down my chest to my lower stomach and settles between my legs, throwing them over his shoulders and hovering his mouth over my center. He lifts his head, and his lust-glazed blue eyes lock on mine. I don’t dare look away as he spreads my lips apart with his thumbs and opens his mouth. He extends his tongue, and in one long swipe he licks my pussy.

“My little witch tastes so good. Just like I remember, sweet like sugar.” His tongue traces lines up and down my slit, humming with appreciation. The vibrations find their way to my clit, inching me closer to ecstasy.

Lance buries his face in my pussy, lapping at every inch. As my orgasm crests to the top of the cliff, my body convulses and my pelvic muscles contract.

“More,” I cry out and thrust my hips into his face.

Lance growls, pinning my hips down as he licks and teases my pussy with his magical tongue.

“Please.”

Knowing what I need, Lance focuses his attention on my clit, taking the bundle of nerves between his lips as his tongue lashes at the swollen nerves. My thighs shake, bracing for the explosion.

I reach for his hair, clinging onto the silky strands as the blazing fire inside me detonates, showering every cell in my body with the scorching remnants of my orgasm.

Before I come down, Lance is hovering over me, crashing his mouth into mine in a vicious kiss.

My legs wrap around his waist as his thick cock lies between us, so close and so far. Shifting my hips, I force his cock to slip between my legs. I glide my pussy over the ridges and veins of his dick, coating him in my cum.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he groans. The tip of his cock notches at my entrance, sending a quiver through me as he freezes above me. “Shit, we need a condom.”

I lock my arms and legs around his body, holding him in place. Looking him in the eye, I shake my head. “No condom. Just you and me. Nothing between us. I’m all in, Lance.”

“Are you sure?” His hair falls over his eyes, hiding the concern flickering beneath. My protective knight, shielding me from harm.

“So sure. I’m clean, and I’m on the pill,” I assure him, kissing his throat.

“I’m clean too. I would never put you in danger. This is my first time without a condom; I’ve never gone without before.”

“Same. Only with you, Husband.”

“Say it again,” he growls, pushing the tip of his cock in just an inch.

“Husband,” I purr.

“Fucking right I am.” Lance pushes in another inch, his thickness filling me. “I love you. So fucking much.”

“I love you more.” I dig my heels into his ass, forcing his hips forward and his cock into my pussy another inch.

“Not possible,” he groans, pulling out and sliding back in.

He takes his time with shallow thrusts, in and out of me, until he’s finally seated to the hilt inside my pussy, then stills, hips frozen.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, digging my nails into the tops of his shoulders in frustration.

“You’re so fucking tight. I’m not gonna last long,” he grits through clenched teeth.

As if proving both our points, my pussy flutters around his throbbing length, clenching him tight and ripping simultaneous moans from our throats.

“I love lying here with my cock buried deep in your tight pussy. You wrapped around my dick like a glove made just for me.” Lance seals his lips around my nipple, sucking and scraping the tender flesh with his teeth with every pull.

The fullness, the harsh tug of my nipple, his rough hands all over my body, all of it drives me toward insanity.

“I need you to move, please. I don’t care if you don’t last. Just fuck me already. Use your big fat cock and make us come. Then do it again. And again. Please,” I whine, swiveling my hips, searching for relief.