Page 110 of Revival

She could order me to strip and crawl across the floor to her, and I’d be naked and on my knees before she could count to three.

Cortney is my goddess. And I worship at only her altar.

Hooking my fingers into the side of the gusset, I yank her black panties to the side. There’s something so fucking hot about eating her with them on.

She glistens before me. A dark strip of hair on her otherwise waxed pubic bone points directly to her protruding clit. The swollen bundle begs for my tongue. I lift one of her legs onto my shoulder, spreading her open to my gaze.

“Look at you, Kitten. Wet and spread open, waiting for me to lick you.” I latch onto her clit and suck.

She tugs me closer and grinds herself against my mouth. The lustful look she sends my way has blood rushing straight to my cock. Undoing the button and fly relieves the pressure, but I fight against fisting myself. My pleasure can wait while I service my girl. The reward will be that much more potent.

I lick her from her slick entrance to her clit. Her back arches against the car behind her, hand slapping against the sleek rear quarter panel. Her gasps and whimpers play a symphony, echoing around the vacant room. I drive my fingers into her, feeling her tighten as her orgasm nears.

The sounds of my fingers drilling her join her breathy moans. Her calf tightens over my shoulder, and her hips undulate. She’s close.

Twisting my fingers, I rub against that front wall. At the same time, I swirl my tongue around her clit.

“I’m going to come.”

I don’t relent. The telltale tightening of her pussy around my fingers is all the warning I need to keep at it.

Not until she cries out do I kiss her pussy and lift my head.

“That’s it, beautiful. Come for me, Kitten. You’re soaking my fucking hand.”

Her tits heave beneath her scrub top with labored breaths. Her grip in my hair relaxes, transforming to gentle strokes instead.

My fingers slow, pumping gently until her hips stop moving. I pull them out. From my knees, I gaze up at her as I lick her arousal from my palm.

I rise to my feet, and Cortney kisses me without hesitation. Her tongue sweeps my mouth. My cock twitches against the thin fabric of my boxer briefs as if I needed a reminder of how fucking hard she makes me when she comes.

Despite her orgasm, Cortney’s still revved. There’s a click, and the car door beside us swings open. We tumble inside. Cortney lands flat on her back. I catch myself on my elbows beside her hips.

“Need you, Spence. Need you right now.”

I find the sides of her thong, hook my fingers around the lace, and peel them off her long, toned legs. The scrap of fabric falls somewhere on the floor of the car. I couldn’t give a fuck where it lands. Not when she’s looking at me with spread legs and hooded eyes.

“This is going to be quick.” I sink between her hips.

I shudder as she fishes out my cock and wraps her small hand around it. Quirking an eyebrow, she asks, “Promise?”

Her chin to the ceiling, my mouth falls open as she guides me inside. I descend slowly. Controlled. Craving the feel of every inch of her wrapping me tight. That silky heat fits like a glove I never want to remove. She’s so wet I slide in without any resistance. In a matter of seconds, I’m home.

My eyes close tight.

I’m finally fucking home.

The thought breaks something loose. A part of me I held tightly for twenty years. A false belief about where I truly belong.

Here. I belong here with her.

Reopening my eyes, I find her gaze sweeping my face, her gorgeous brown eyes filled with love.

We moan together as I start to move. Setting a purposeful rhythm, I thrust into her hard.

“More, Spence. I need more.”

Her words egg me on. My provocative queen. She knows how to tease me to get exactly what she wants. I fuck her like this is my last fuck on this earth. I drive her into the back seat of this car so hard her sneaker-covered feet dig into my bare ass.

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