Page 61 of Pirate

Sophia laughed. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips. “What do you say? Guster Sager, will you divorce me?”

“I will happily divorce you,” he answered against her mouth. “But my name’s not Guster.”

Sophia sat upright. “What? It’s not?”

Pirate shook his head, amused. “You don’t even know your husband’s real name!” He ticked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Naughty, naughty.”

She wracked her brain, trying to remember if she’d ever heard anyone call him anything besides ‘Gus’ or ‘Pirate’. She couldn’t. “What the hell is your first name?”

“August.”

She stared down at him. “Marshall and August? Wow, you two must have really been picked on before you hit puberty and outgrew your peers.”

Pirate chuckled. “I didn’t really bulk up until I entered the Corps.”

Her eyes roved over his muscular form. She licked her lips hungrily. “I approve.” She lowered her head down to his chest. Teasing a nipple between her teeth, she rocked her slick folds harder against his erection.

Pirate groaned. “Damn, Sophia. What you do to me. I can’t believe I was so blind for so long.”

Rising up slowly, she pulled his nipple with her between her teeth. When he let out a hiss, she let go and continued to sit up. “You weren’t the only one who was blind. Jazz tried to book me an appointment at the eye doctor.”

“Come up here,” he coaxed with a finger. “I gotta stay on the bottom so I want you to sit on my face.”

Heat seared her at the thought. He’d eaten her out before, but not like that. As she lifted her hips off of his hard length, an idea came to mind. She’d given him a blowjob before too—but notwhilehe ate her out.

Once she was off of him, Pirate slid down the bed a little more and adjusted his head so he only had one pillow beneath him.

Sophia moved towards his head. He was probably expecting her to raise her left leg over his neck so he had access to herpussy while she faced forwards. Instead, Sophia twisted and threw her right leg over him. Lowering herself down over his body, Sophia pressed the swollen lips of her pussy to his mouth at the same time that she ran her tongue from tip to base over his shaft.

There was a single, “Oh fuck!” from Pirate before he looped his arms up over her thighs and attacked her throbbing clit like he was starving and she was a juicy steak. Sophia moaned at the heat of his mouth, tongue, and breath on her and had to put some serious concentration into remembering her own task.

She took his cock into her mouth. Using her tongue, she swirled and teased his length. Suctioning her mouth, she bobbed her head up and down.

The dual sensations of pleasuring him while he pleasured her had both of them trembling. It was like an unspoken race to see who could make the other one come first while seeking their own orgasm. Pirate bent his left knee and started to thrust his hips upward, driving his cock further to the back of her throat. Sophia ground her hips down to the point where she could feel his nose on her ass and she would later be surprised she hadn’t suffocated him. The scruff on his face from not shaving yet that day only added to her pleasure, teasing her nerve endings.

When he added a finger, hitting just the right spot inside her, Sophia screamed around his cock in her mouth as her inner walls quaked. She had to lift her head up to catch her breath and not choke on his length.

“Oh God!” she practically mewled because he just…kept…going… She gripped his muscular thighs as her entire body shook on top of him. “Pirate!”

Keeping his mouth on her clit, Pirate removed his finger from her and moved it to her back entrance. Sophia froze over him. He only circled her puckered hole, using the finger she’d just soaked during her orgasm.

Pirate dropped his mouth from her clit long enough to ask, “Okay?”

Anal play was new to them. He enjoyed spanking her ass—hell, she did too—but they’d never done more than that. He joked about ‘plundering her booty’ when she misbehaved or she said one too many pirate jokes. But that was it.

She had to admit, the idea was tempting. Would it be just his finger? Her eyes looked down at the large cock that was dripping with her saliva and his precum. His piss slit seemed to be staring back up at her.

“Sophia?”

“I… I don’t know,” she stammered.

“We don’t have to.” He started to pull his finger away.

“Wait,” she nearly shouted. Heart thundering in her ears, she said, “We can try it. But if I don’t like it?—”

“Then we stop,” he finished for her. A vow.

She nodded. Not one to normally get nervous, Sophia was surprised she had butterflies in her stomach at what she’d just agreed to do.

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