Page 64 of Five Days to Be Mine

The lava of her mouth on my cock feels so amazing, I could stay here forever.

I want this to last, but I changed my mind. I don’t want to come inside her mouth; I want to feel her pussy clench on my cock as I bring her to orgasm.

I can't stop taking in every move she makes, from how she shifts on the pillow to how her fingertips gently press into my thighs. With her, I feel like I’m experiencing something new and wonderful.

Something rare.

And it isn’t because she gave me the most fantastic blow job, with her jaw all relaxed, her lips sealed around my cock, her throat working in a steady rhythm.

No, it’s because when I shared with her about my ex, she didn’t flinch.

I hadn’t dated in so long because of the wounds of my past. I had Char as my regular play partner, but I had convinced myself long-term commitment wasn't going to happen for me.

Until I saw Mara that night.

She brought out my protector because the people she was with were treating her badly, but how she handled it melted my heart like a heatwave in February.

I groan, low and gravelly, as her warm, lush tongue hits the underside of my cock.

I tug on her hair, bringing her up.

“Come here.”

She gives me one more long suck and then lifts her gaze to meet mine, licking her lips.

“I could let you suck my cock all night long, but I need to be inside your pussy, princess.”

“Yes, Sir,”

I stand, extending a hand to help her up, and then I take her chin in mine and kiss her, devouring her mouth. Her taste is so addicting. I keep kissing her, tugging at her bottom lip, twirling her tongue with mine.

My balls are ready to burst.

I break off the kiss, slide my hands under her shirt, Mara reaches for mine and laughing, we get each other’s shirts off and she’s standing before me, her abundant breasts encased in a lacy burgundy bra.

“So pretty.” I kiss her as I lift up one of her breasts and gently press her nipple. “So delicious.”

She emits the softest little moan of pleasure.

A shiver runs up my spine as her hands trail over my pecs, down my back, where she squeezes my ass.

“Not bad yourself, Sir.” Her eyes are bright with arousal. My cock is so damn hard I could drill for oil.

“I need you now, princess.” I bring her to the couch, and guide her so her breasts hang over the curve of the arm.

“I’ll be back one quick second.” I rub my thumb across her lip and then I dart into the kitchen, finding a condom in the junk drawer.

In record time, I glove up.

“Are you comfortable?” I slide my hand along her panty covered ass, kneading her luscious ass cheek.

“I could stay here for a long time.”

“Good. Are you ready for me, princess?” I roll down her panties, sliding them off of her legs.

“I think so, Sir.”

I hear the grin in her voice and drag a finger through her slit.

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