Page 101 of Steel Beauty

Her hand suddenly grips the back of my hair, urging me closer to her core as she presses herself against my mouth. Her hips undulate against my eager tongue, her pleasure building with each tantalizing lick.

My tongue dances around her clit, savoring the taste of her arousal. Two of my fingers delve into her wetness and her body shivers in response. Her thighs quiver as she nears the edge, and I eagerly push her closer to release.

“Oh God, Alex,” she moans, her hips lifting off the bed. Nothing in this world compares to hearing her call out my name––my real name––while she experiences such ecstasy.

I lose myself in the sensations––the slickness of her folds against my mouth and fingers, the softness of her skin under my touch, the heady scent of her arousal filling my senses. The world disappears, leaving us in this moment of pleasure and passion.

I’ve never felt this with anyone else—only her.

As I continue to lick her with my tongue, her breath quickens, and her hips grind against my mouth with an insatiable rhythm. With two fingers deep inside her, I add a third one and then her walls squeeze and relax around my fingers every few seconds.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she shouts.

There’s never any question with Charleston. I always know the exact moment I’ve hit the spot that makes her melt in pleasure.

She squirms beneath me, her body coiled and ready to explode. With a sharp cry, she arches off the bed, fingers clenching at the sheets as her breath comes in gasps. When she finally subsides, I press my lips against her inner thigh before trailing up her trembling form. Her eyes are heavy with desire, cheeks flushed with pleasure. I devour her lips in a fervent kiss, savoring the taste of her on my tongue.

“That was…” she trails off, still breathless.

“Just the beginning,” I murmur against her neck, nipping lightly at her pulse point. She shivers beneath me, her hands sliding down my back, nails lightly scraping my skin.

“Mmm… is that so?”

In one fluid motion, she pushes me on my back, pinning me to the bed. The sight of her above me, hair tousled and lips swollen from our kisses, is enough to make my breath catch.

She trails her fingers down my chest, feather-light touches that leave goose bumps in their wake. When she reaches the waistband of my boxer briefs, she pauses, a teasing smile playing on her lips. Her fingers dance along the edge, dipping beneath the elastic before retreating. The anticipation is exquisite torture.

“It’s my turn to make you come,” she whispers.

She leans down to capture my lips in a searing kiss as her hand slips inside my boxers. I gasp into her mouth as her fingers wrap around my cock, stroking slowly.

“Oh fuck.” I let out a low groan as her hand moves up and down, each stroke deliberate and slow.

“You like the way that feels?”

“Oh yeah. Love it.”

“Just wait,” she whispers, her hand continuing its enchanting movements. “I haven’t even begun the true sorcery yet.”

Her soft lips leave mine and wander, leaving a trail of kisses along my jawline down the column of my neck, stopping to swirl her tongue around each sensitive nipple before moving lower. I thread my fingers through her silky long hair, my hips bucking up into her hand wrapped around my cock. She looks up at me through her lashes, a wicked smile on her face, as she slides farther down my body.

With a smooth movement, she pulls down my boxers. My cock feels the cool air briefly before being engulfed in her warm, wet mouth. I let out a strangled noise, gripping her hair tightly as she takes me farther into her mouth. Her tongue dances around the tip before she moves back down, creating suction with her cheeks as she sucks on me.

How can her mouth feel so damn good?

My breath comes in ragged pants as she works me with her lips, tongue, and hand in perfect harmony. The combination of sensations is almost too much to handle. A warm sensation spreads throughout my body, as pleasure intensifies with each movement of her head. Heat builds in the pit of my stomach, driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I manage to gasp out between ragged breaths. She hums in response, the vibrations sending shock waves of pleasure through my body.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucccck.

She takes me deep, the wet heat and suction driving me wild. My hips thrust as I feel myself reaching the brink. She must sense it too because she grips me tighter, moving her hand up and down in time with her mouth. My hips buck, meeting her movements.

“I’m close. So fucking close,” I warn her, my voice strained.

She looks up at me, her eyes dark with desire, and gives a small nod. Her gaze locked on mine, she takes me as deep as she can and swallows around me. And that’s all, folks. The swallowing sensation pushes me over the fucking edge.

With a hoarse cry, I find my release, waves of intense pleasure washing over me as she continues her ministrations, milking me.

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