Page 70 of Peaches

Not wanting to take my mouth off her, I blindly find her entrance and stick one finger inside her again. She sighs with more pleasure than I have ever heard, making me force another one inside her quickly and causing her to groan from the intrusion. I still my movements momentarily, but I don’t take my mouth off of her. I lick up her softly, once, twice, letting her adjust to my thick fingers and know she’s ready for me to continue as she starts to rock her hips, matching my thrusting hand, as my lips suction her sensitive bud and I let out a guttural howl of satisfaction knowing I am the one giving her body such carnal and erotic pleasure.

The howl vibrates through her core causing her to squeal softly as her center grows wetter and I almost feel myself get off on the act of finally eating her perfect fucking peach like I’ve been fantasizing about since the moment I laid eyes on her.

She cries as I give her the mostself-gratifyingtorture she’s ever experienced. Knowing where I am taking her, and what she’s chasing, I feel her hips grind against my mouth making me become unhinged as I push my fingers deeper, faster, harder, and suck down stronger as I will her world to go black with the most intense high she’s ever known.

She tells me what she likes and just how she likes it without even saying a word. She cries, gasps, pants, moans, and shrieks as my dick becomes so hard it feels like it’s about to explode. Mere seconds before her walls tighten, her grip on my hair gets stronger, my fingers feel a warm rush and my mouth tastes pure heaven as her thunderous scream sounds through the room louder than the storm raging outside.

One fucking word falls from her lustful lips and I’m done for!

One fucking name that breaks me and oddly pleases my ears more than ever before.

“Brettly!”she purrs, as she peaks and starts to fall over the edge.

I roar as I force her core against my mouth as hard as I can, her pussy convulses with pleasure, with heavenly pain, as her climax hits and my fingers feel pressed inside the tightest vice. She shakes as I lick her clit, fast, greedy, hungry for more of what she just gave me. Seconds begin to fly by too fast as we both get off on her bliss.

When she starts to come down, I unbutton the top part of my slacks, it all being too much to not fully indulge in myself, but I keep my mouth on her center not being able to get enough of the pleasure I’m coaxing out of her delicious body.

Fumbling with my buttons, I pull my length finally free and begin to stroke it, hard, fast, determined to get off quickly myself because dammit if I can let myself be inside her right now. Not going to happen. I’d cum in two damn seconds like a virgin. And hell, our first time deserves to be better than that.

I begin to fist my dick as I relentlessly still eat at her like it’s my last damn meal, suddenly tempting another orgasm to build inside her.

Fuck, yes please…

…is all I can think as my hand pulls up and down my length faster, my tongue works her channel in a self-consumed hunger for another fix, and I suddenly feel her next release quickly rip through her like a hurricane.

Holy fuck!

I hold on as long as I can, trying to give her all I’ve got as I jack myself off, devour her and hungrily suck her pussy dry a second time. My thighs tighten, my lower stomach clenches, and I groan into her pussy as I feel myself let go a little against my hand.

Our screams echo off the walls as a release we’ve both needed finally hits. Her body comes down first, slowly, lazily, as my tongue strips her of everything she has left. But my world is still teetering on black as I try and hold off, and then unexpectedly feel her slide out from under me and push my shoulders back as she slips from the counter before I can open my eyes. I feel her hot wet mouth on my still throbbing dick a second later and flinch.

Hissing because the sensations is just too much, I open my eyes and look down into hers, and fuck me, the visual forces my body to convulse again as more pleasure releases deep inside the second she sears her lips over my tip, pushes her hot mouth down and sucks up as much cum as my rock-hard cock will give her.

She moans with satisfaction as she takes me all the way in her mouth. I feel my dick twitch as it hits the back of her throat and swear, as she smiles around it content with just how much pleasure she’s able to give me, I’m now forever ruined for ever being able tonotwant to have her mouth on me.

My legs shake, threatening to snap, as she instantly starts to drain me dry. A low groan of the best damn pleasure I’ve ever had escapes my lips. But just when I think I’m done, thatshe’sdone, Grace stares up at me, still sucking, working her hand up and down around my base and suddenly has me wondrously hardening again, something I’ve never experienced, as my cock and my body thirst for more of what we just gave each other.

Fuck, this woman owns me. Right here. Right now. On her knees, I hand myself over to her gladly with no second thought because I’ll never find any one more perfect for me,ever again, than her.

Her phone rings, breaking our high and the silence, but not our connection, as we both stare at each other sated, temporarily content, and smile knowingly. She takes me in her mouth once, twice, three more times as she works down my length while her phone continues to ring before she releases me and I reluctantly let her go.

My dick still slightly hard, she rises to her feet and walks the few steps across the room to see who is calling. Zipping up my pants, I take the few steps needed to reach her and wrap my arms around her bare waist as I see her click her mother’s call to voicemail.

“Shouldn’t you take that,” I ask, knowing what’s going on at home with her family and worried it may have been important. Even if the hard dick in my slacks says what we were just doing is equally important, before I mentally kick myself for being a selfish ass and know family comes first, I have to admit, I’m all for staying in and fucking her.

All. Night.Long.

“I’ll call her from the road,” she whispers, as she turns around in my arms and wraps her own around my neck. “That is, if I am allowed to go, Sir?”

My head cocks to the side as I smile and look down at her. “I thought you weren’t ever going to call me ‘Sir,’ Peaches?” I tease.

She shrugs, an air of mischief hanging in her eyes. “That was before you spread apart my legs, exploded my world with the best high I’ve ever experienced, twice, and then let me bring you to your knees, figuratively speaking.”

I laugh, “Is that all it takes then?”

“Maybe,” she sasses as her eyes hold mine captive and a flutter of anxiety pierces my chest.

Maybe?

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