Page 101 of Rooster

Jesus, I never want this to change. I want to yearn for her always.

"Wake me up, always," I say as I lift my eyes to hers, letting her nipple slowly fall from my lips. "Promise me."

"I promise," she says quickly. "Don't stop."

I lower my head again, smiling against her skin.

I focus all of my attention on her sensitive breasts until she's squirming beneath me, and only then do I move lower, my teeth scraping over her stomach on my way to the real prize.

Her breath catches, stomach concave with anticipation as I brush my lips over her swollen clit. The scent of her surrounds me, and I swear she has the ability to bring a dying man back to life.

Running my tongue right up the center of her, I have to run my arms under her thighs and clamp my hands against her skin to hold her in place. Otherwise, I'd have to chase her pussy, and I need it too much right now to have to fight for the taste of her on my tongue.

Her flavor bursts on my tongue, and I don't hesitate for a second to swallow her down.

She whimpers, her hands tangling in my hair. When I look up, tongue flexing against that most sensitive part of her body, I see her with her hand clamped over her mouth, and for the first time since moving to Vegas I hate the idea of other people in the house.

I want her fully free, unashamed, with nothing holding her reactions back. I want her screams of pleasure echoing off the walls, my name on her lips as she begs me for more.

I draw her clit into my mouth, pulsing the suction until her back is flexing off of the mattress, fingers practically ripping my hair from my head before I press two fingers against her slit.

Her hand falls away, mouth hanging open as she stares down at me, the thrill of her impending orgasm lighting up her eyes.

"Please," she manages through her excitement.

I could easily lift my head and leave her hanging like she did me.

Who am I trying to fool? No, I couldn't. I'd give this woman anything in the world that was within my power, and the things that weren't still wouldn't keep me from trying.

I hook my fingers inside of her and pull forward, increasing the suction on her clit.

As if like the culmination of a magic trick, her eyes widen, her chin pointed toward the ceiling, and the first pulse of her orgasm grips my fingers like a vice. The foreshadowing of how her core is going to feel clamping on my cock nearly has me coming against the fucking mattress.

Her fingers tighten in my hair momentarily before her arm falls to the side, the pulsing of her pussy slowing before waning completely.

She jerks as I pull my fingers free, and then a second time when I swipe my tongue back up the center of her, taking the remnants of her orgasms on my tongue like a prize I won at the carnival.

I press my chin into her lower belly, hands running up and down her sides as I give her time to come back down to reality. I smile when she looks down at me, her eyes glassy and a love-drunk look on her face.

"Condom?" I ask when I have all of her attention.

"I have an IUD," she whispers. "What do you think?"

"I want to see my cum leaking from between your legs," I answer honestly.

"Who would've guessed you'd be so nasty," she says, but there's a hint of need in her tone.

"Is it too much for you?"

She shakes her head, teeth digging into her lower lip. "I think I'd like walking around knowing that part of you is still inside of me."

My cock flexes, ready to give her exactly what she wants.

"No other concerns?" she asks, and I know exactly what she wants to know.

"None," I answer honestly. "You?"

She shakes her head. "None."

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