Page 117 of Double Fault

Without a word, she leans to one side and swipes it off the bedside table. She holds it up to her face to unlock it, then hands it to me.

“Good girl.”

With a devious smile, she gives me a harder stroke.

I navigate to her camera app, then switch to video mode, zoom in, and press record.

Without needing to be told, she takes my crown into her mouth again. At this angle, the camera captures nothing more than her mouth and nose and my cock.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking good at that,” I croon. I record for a full minute, one hand holding the phone and the other still keeping her hair pulled back, then text the video to myself. I’ll definitely be watching that later.

Screen locked, I toss her phone onto the bed. It lands with a plop, disappearing in the tangle of sheets that I have every intention of rumpling further.

When I’m seconds away from coming in that perfect mouth of hers, I give her a warning tug. “Enough.”

Defiance flashes in her eyes, like she’s considering putting up a fight. Instead, she backs off, and I help her up, then instantly remove her bra. “These fucking tits,” I curse. They’re small and perky, a perfect handful each, with the most impeccable round brown nipples. I roll each one between my thumbs and forefingers, and she shivers.

Lowering my head, I lick at the seam of her lips. When she opens, I devour her mouth while continuing to pinch and pull at her nipples, working her up until she’s a squirming, aching mess and nearly humping my leg.

“Looks like I’ve gotta take care of my needy girl.” I kneel in front of her and tug her shorts off with ease, taking her underwear with them. I lean in close and part her folds with my fingers, inhaling her delectable scent.

“Look how wet you are.” With two fingers, I circle her entrance. Then I hold them up for her inspection. “Did sucking my cock make you this wet, baby?”

She nods, and a small whimper escapes her trembling lips.

I stick my fingers in my mouth and suck them clean. “So fucking sweet.”

The whimper she emits this time is louder, and when I lap at her slick pussy and swirl my tongue around her swollen bundle of nerves, the sound turns into a moan.

Roughly, I suck her clit, and her knees almost give out.

“Noah!” she screams.

That single word plays on repeat in my head.

Noah. Noah. Noah.

I lick and nip and suck at her sensitive flesh until her legs shake and she digs her nails into my shoulders for support.

I add two fingers and curl them against her G-spot while I suck her clit.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chants.

That’s right, baby. I’m your God.

Her core tightens around my fingers.

“I think… oh God. Noah. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

I certainly don’t plan on it, but since my mouth is otherwise occupied, I can’t tell her that.

Her pussy spasms in earnest now, and as an orgasm hits her, she screams.

I pull back, hands on her hips to support her, and she collapses, boneless on top of me.

With ease, I stand, hoisting her over my shoulder, then spin and lay her gently on the bed.

“What was that?” she asks, blinking slowly as she returns to reality.

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