Page 110 of Scandalous Lover

His gaze drops to the tip of his cock, still bouncing at half-mast inches from my spread legs. Then his gaze shifts to me. Sliding back a few inches, Sam settles himself on his elbows, stretched out long with his legs hanging off the bed, and proceeds to kiss every inch of me, from clit to rosebud. He kisses around my entrance especially slowly, making sure every inch of my skin is graced with his healing touch.

“Okay, you kissed it all better. I’m ready to go again,” I say, only half joking.

His head pops up from between my legs and he’s grinning. “That’s not why I did it.”

I shrug. “Happy side effect, I guess.”

When he shifts back to his knees, I can see his stiff erection. “Looks like it worked its magic on you as well.”

“I’ve never seen this guy so eager.”

I push up to my knees and meet his lips with mine, tasting myself. Sam sits back as I press lightly on his chest until I’m on top, straddling his hips. I stroke my wet, still slightly sore, pussy up and down his length.

I’m about to angle my hips and let his tip slip inside me but I change my mind. Gripping his base firmly in my fist, I slide down until I can trace the head of his cockwith my tongue. Sam must have seen it coming, but he still hisses as I make contact. The sound brings a smile to my lips as I open and slide him in.

“I dream about this, princess,” Sam moans as I take him deep, sucking and swirling.

His tip makes a little pop as I slide him out, working his shaft with my hand. “Not my other parts, huh?”

“Oh, I dream about those too.”

“Sounds like you’re being kept up at night with all these wet dreams.”

“I’ve never slept better in my life than I do when you’re next to me.”

I could respond that the same is true for me, because it is, but we’ve already gone deeper into this territory today than I ever thought I’d tread. Instead, I take him deep fast, shutting us both up.

Sam squirms under me as I pump him through my lips. I can feel him holding back moving his own hips.

“You can help, you know. If you want to,” I say, sliding him out.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I grin and trace the tip of his cock with my tongue. “You’re not going to hurt me, Sammy. Especially not with me on top like this. Why don’t you try?”

I don’t give him time to answer before sucking him back into my mouth. He slowly relaxes his grip on the bed, and I stifle a grin as I feel one of those hands snake into my hair. Holding me as gently as he can while fisting my long curls, he starts to move his hips.

Cheeks hollowed, I brace for his thrusts.

They start off slow and easy, and I move against them, creating the perfect push and pull. Sam alternates between gasps and holding his breath. When I look up, eyes starting towater from the force of him, I find his gaze locked on my face.

I grin and his eyes roll back for a brief moment before he locks gazes with me once more.

“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I murmur my agreement, because I am feeling awfully sexy right now, and the vibration must set something off in Sam because his thrusts get deeper, harder. I firm up my tongue on the underside of his shaft and just brace, letting him explore his own pleasure.

Just when his ever-growing moans have me thinking I’m about to swallow, he pulls up sharply on my hair and pops out of my mouth.

I pant for a short, surprised moment, mouth hanging open, before I gather myself enough to speak. “I thought you were going to come.”

Sam releases my hair and throws both of his arms overhead on the bed. “I was. But I don’t want to do it like that.” He reaches down and grips my upper arms, pulling my body forward until my core is hovering above his cock.

When he takes me by the hips and pulls down, driving himself into me, we both gasp.

“I only want to come in here. Ever.”

I can’t argue with that, rocking my hips against his increasingly frantic upward thrusts. Reaching down, I press one finger over my clit as I ride him, and it’s not long before my breathing matches his erratic pace.

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