Page 63 of Strictly Business

She sucks in a breath as she glances down at herself. “My ass is big.”

“I’m aware,” I reply with a chuckle, squeezing her full ass cheek in my hand, loving every inch of her.

“My thighs are thick, Nicholas. I’ll crush you.”

I smirk, tightening my grip. “The thicker the thighs, the sweeter the prize.”

She blushes, the flush spreading across her skin, and it makes my cock twitch with anticipation as I pull her down further. “Now lower that sweet cunt onto my mouth, Amara. I’m dyingfor it. I’ll gladly die if it means tasting your pussy. Grab onto the headboard and ride my face.”

A needy moan escapes her as she finally surrenders, her thighs clamped on either side of my head. She moves against me, the heat and slick pressure grinding into my tongue, and it’s pure perfection.

Her hands leave my hair, gripping the headboard above her as she steadies herself, her body now completely in my control. Her pussy is drenched with her arousal and my cum, and I lap at her relentlessly, drinking her in. She anchors herself, the movement of her hips becoming more urgent, every shudder, every breath, telling me she’s on the edge.

“Oh god. That feels… Don’t stop,” she moans, encouraging me to continue.

I grip her hips tighter, pulling her closer, my mouth closing around her as I kiss her clit, sucking gently at first before letting my tongue flick over it, teasing, tasting. I make love to it with my mouth, desperate, starving for the taste of her, every movement driven by the need to make her come.

“Fuck, I love eating your pussy,” I murmur against her, my voice rough with hunger.

Her body shivers above me, her breath coming in sharp gasps, and I feel the tension building in her, the way her thighs quiver as she rides my face, unable to hold back. I slide my tongue deeper, the pressure building. “Come for me, Amara. I want to feel you come all over my tongue. Let me taste every drop.”

Her cries fill the room, a mix of pleasure and desperation, as she shatters once more, her body convulsing in the sweetest release. “Fuck yes,” I groan, savoring the way she clings to me, every muscle in her body shaking as she gives in to me completely.

When she finally collapses against me, breathless and dazed, I press one last lingering kiss to her swollen flesh, my lips brushing gently over her sensitive skin.

Gripping her hips, I lift her from my face, dragging her down my body, her ass grazing against my hard cock, sending a jolt of desire through me. “Don’t get comfortable yet. I want to fuck you again.”

She swallows, her eyes flicking down to my hard cock and grinds her ass against it, forcing a groan from my throat.

“You want that?” I ask.

She answers without words, lifting her ass slightly. She grips my cock in her fist and positions it just right before slowly lowering herself onto me.

I groan as the heat of her pussy surrounds me, my hands tightening on her hips, guiding her down. I feel the stretch, the way she adjusts to me, and I can’t hold back. The sensation of her tight, slick pussy is almost too much to bear.

“Ride me, honey,” I grunt, thrusting up into her. “Show me how much you need me.”

“Nicholas,” she moans as her hips begin to move, slow at first, tentative. I watch her, mesmerized by the way her body reacts, the way she rides me, inch by inch, her eyes locked on mine.

I reach up, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her down harder, faster. Her moans fill the room, and I can’t get enough. I want her to feel every inch of me, want her to come again.

“I can feel you tightening around me. You’re going to come again, aren’t you?”

She nods, her tits bouncing as she rides my cock, her hands pressed against my chest. I’d pay good money to have this sight on a canvas.

“Let go,” I urge her. “Let me feel you.”

Her body convulses above me, her cunt clenching around me as she shatters, her orgasm rippling through her. I hold hertightly, my own release exploding as I feel her tighten around me.

When she finally collapses onto me, completely spent, I hold her close, my fingers running through her hair.

“You did so good for me,” I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “So fucking good. I’m so proud of you, Amara.”

She lets out a small laugh, breathless and shaky. “Proud of me? For what?”

“For trusting me,” I say as I meet her gaze. “For letting me take care of you.”

Her cheeks flush, and she looks away, but I don’t let her hide. I tilt her chin up, so she has no choice but to look at me.

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