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Touching him, kissing him…

Coast shifted beneath me. He pulled me up in his arms and lifted my face to his.

There, under the glow of the Halloween string lights, he kissed me, tasting of chocolate and sweetness. Slow, hesitant at first, until his hands gripped the sides of my face and he kissed me harder.

Like the popping of a bottle of champagne, our kiss exploded the passion between us, and our hands moved everywhere. As if I were starved for days, I couldn’t get enough and I found myself climbing into his lap.

All the energy, the attraction, the longing, the desire, all of it between us finally came to head and there was no stopping it.

I don’t think either one of us could if we tried.

And like Coast said earlier, we deserved a Halloween treat. Yes, yes, we did.

CHAPTER SIX

Coast

It probably wasn’t a good idea.

But I couldn’t care any longer.

The want for her was too strong.

I had to make her mine.

My hands roamed over her curves and beneath her hoodie, needing her flesh beneath my fingers. I lifted her hoodie over her head and tossed it to the side, her ample breasts falling out of her tank top.

“No bra?” I groaned, unable to stop myself as my mouth fell to the tops of her mounds, my tongue dipping into her softness.

Amora’s head fell back as she whispered my name. I grabbed both straps with both hands and yanked them down, exposing her beautiful breasts. I moaned as I kissed between them and dragged my mouth over to one nipple, sucking on it and swirling my tongue around. My hand found the other and rubbed and pinched, cupping her breast and rubbing the nipple between my fingers.

My dick grew hard in my pants, much like it had the past few days, and the ice around my heart melted completely away. Amora worked her way inside and I doubted I’d ever be free of her. Not that I wanted to. I wanted her. All of her. Every part.

I let go of her breasts and brought my hands to her waist, lifting her onto her feet. I lifted her tank top up and over her head, then yanked her leggings down. Her bare pussy met me directly face to face.

“No panties, either?” I choked out, my breath caught in my throat.

Amora smiled down at me wickedly and I groaned loudly before burying my face between her legs. I inhaled her scent and committed it to memory. I dipped my tongue in her seam, and she tasted sweet and salty, the perfect mix on my tongue. I licked up and down, spreading her wide with two fingers as I circled her clit. I slid one finger inside her, then two, pumping quickly as my thumb circled over her clit, replaced by my tongue, then back to my fingers.

She groaned as her hands gripped the top of my head, then the sides of my face, playing with my ears. She pressed my head into her more, riding my face, moving her hips up and down, as I ate out her pussy with precision.

Amora’s legs began to shake, and I could tell she was close. But then she yanked me away from her face, pressed both her hands on my shoulders, and pushed me backwards. She climbed back into my lap. “Inside me. Now. I need you now.”

She moaned as she kissed my lips, tasting herself, our tongues swirling together as she hovered her hot, dripping pussy above my hard waiting cock.

And when she sunk down onto it, both our heads fell backwards, groans filling the room.

Amora positioned her knees on either side of my legs and steadied herself as she moved up and down. My hands slid over her ass and squeezed her cheeks before gripping her waist and guiding her along. I thrusted up as she moved down and pressed my face into her breasts.

Up and down, up and down, we moved together, somehow our kiss going from making out to sex in a matter of minutes. And it was fucking unbelievable.

So. Fucking. Good.

My orgasm came quick, unable to hold back, so long since I’d been inside a woman. But Amora, she wasn’t just any woman. She was everything.

“I’m coming, Coast, oh my God,” Amora cried as her legs shook and she bucked back and forth, her pussy releasing a gush of fluid all over me.

That was all it took.