Page 91 of Bronco

“You sure it’s that?”

“Okay, maybe that missile between your legs played a part.”

“A pretty big part if I’m hearin’ it correctly.” I kiss her again, her lips part as our tongues lightly touch. Again, it isn’t rushed or needy, it’s a simple understanding that comes from knowing someone so well.

“Behave,” she whispers.

As she climbs into my lap, I chuckle. “Me, behave? You’re the one sittin’ in my lap, rubbin’ that pretty pussy against mymissile.”

“That’s because you smell fucking amazing.” Her mouth is on my neck and my dick is straining between us.

“It’s just soap. I smell better when I use your body wash.”

“Thief.”

Our kisses grow faster, heat rising in my body at a rapid pace. I want nothing more than to strip her out of her clothes, shove my jeans and boxers down, and have her ride me on this couch. But we can’t.

“I need to get some of that so I can jerk off to you in my shower.”

“Oh, God,” she sighs, her hips moving back and forth over my cock. “I’m going to come just from this.”

“Gotta be quiet, we both know how loud you get.”

“Olive is a heavy sleeper.”

That’s like music to my ears. “So get those pretty tits out and let me suck them.”

She rises farther, pulling her t-shirt up and her bra down. Her glorious tits pop out and I groan, palming them with my hands as I cup one breast and sink my mouth over one peak.

She gasps, gripping my shoulders. “So good,” she whispers. “Get more of me in your mouth, that’s it?—”

“Fuckin’ perfect.” I lave her tip with my tongue, moving to the other side as my cock begs to be let out.

I suck her pretty titties, working my way between the two as she grinds down on me. Her gasps and moans may be quiet, but they lead a trail straight to my dick.

“Bedroom,” she groans. “Bedroom, Bronc.”

“Need to fuck you with my mouth,Princess.Been a whole day without you on my tongue.”

She shivers, and I know she’s almost there. I pull her off and she yelps when I haul her up, throwing her over my shoulder as she smacks my ass. Carrying her to her bedroom, she lands on the bed with a bounce as I put a finger up to my mouth. “Shhh, you’ll wake Olive, and then I won’t be able to taste your multiple orgasms.”

“Multiples?” she wines.

I ignore her, dropping to my knees as I pull off her sweats and panties. “Spread your legs.”

She does as I say, and my, my what a sight she is with her tits hanging out of her bra and her pussy on display. I slide my tongue through her wet folds and she shudders.

“Oh, my God.”

I do it again, this time swirling my tongue over her clit. I love teasing her, it’s my new favorite pastime. “Taste so sweet,” I murmur. “All this honey, just for me.”

Her hand grips into my hair. “Only you.”

“Good girl.” I spread her with one hand, my mouth closing down on her clit.

She makes a garbled sound and I suck harder, knowing she’s right on the edge. This time, I let her orgasm. She grinds against my face, her panting uneven and raspy, but barely any sound comes out of her mouth. Her head drops back and I reach one hand up to pinch her nipple and a shudder ripples through her body.

But I’m not done. I want more. I throw both her legs over my shoulders, pulling her hips so she scoots forward and I really dig in deep. I eat her like a man possessed, fucking her hole with my tongue as she comes unglued. Her next orgasm is faster, her pants heavy, and my name a whisper on her lips.

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