Page 41 of Take Two

“You mean like this?” He starts to gyrate and thrust his hips. “How about this?” He does a series of fast thrusts. Each time he moves, I feel his hard bulge against me.

“All of that,” I say. “You’re too damn sexy for your own good. And you feel good,” I say against his mouth. He bites my bottom lip before he sucks it into his mouth.

He stands with me in his arms, and I groan. I don’t just love how tall he is, but how strong he is. He lifts me as if I’m weightless. He puts me down slowly, and I make sure to rub my body against his.

He steps away, but he walks around me, whistling his approval of my outfit. The leopard print robe matches the teddy, and it’s lace with faux fur at the bottom.

“Look,” I say to him, suddenly remembering that I wanted to do this. I lift my left leg into the air above my head. I gesture for him to come closer and rest my leg on his shoulder.

His hand goes between my legs, and he pulls the crotch of the teddy to the side. “So flexible.” He lifts that hand to his mouth and licks it. “And so delicious.”

“Sit down. I want to show you something else.” He sits, and I remove my robe. I channel my old days when I was a teen doing gymnastics. I put my hands on the floor and do a handstand. I do a split, and I hear him cheer and clap. He shocks me when he starts to beat on my ass like they’re a set of drums.

I start to giggle at his actions, and that causes me to lose my balance. I end up falling. He stands and helps me up.

“Are you okay?” My only response is to start laughing. He rubs my shoulders, but he laughs too. “Why don’t you lift that leg in the air again?” he suggests, and I do.

He gets on his knees and puts his head between my legs. The sensation of his tongue on my pussy almost makes me fall again. I put my leg down and put my hands on his shoulders for balance.

“I wanted to come out here and make love to you nice and slow, but now all I want to do is ride your dick like a dirty slut,” I moan. “I guess we already know I’m slutty since I just learned your real name a few hours ago.”

He stops eating me and stands. He pulls his boxers off, and his long thick dick bounces. My mouth waters at the sight. He sits on the bed, and I start to get on my knees, eager to have him slide as far down my throat as possible.

“Ride me hard, fast, and dirty,” he says. “Since you’ve been gagging on me for weeks already. I bet you wanted to since the first time I came to your apartment, didn’t you?”

“I sure did,” I admit without hesitation. “Even before then.” I straddle his lap, and he pulls down one of the straps to my teddy.

I unhook it at the crotch, freeing me to take him inside of me. He lifts me, and I slowly slide down his dick. He stretches me as he fills me, and I throw my head back.

“Fast and hard,” he says against my neck. He bites my skin and I let out a yelp of surprise. “And slutty. Just how I like it. Let me have that pussy.” He bites and sucks on my neck like I’m a juicy apple. I don’t even care about getting marked and even move my neck to give him better access while I ride and grind on top of him.

After one last suck, he lets go of my neck, and I grind up and down, taking him in as deep as possible. Needing to taste more of him, I run my tongue on the base of his neck and suck.

“You feel good,” he moans.

“Tell me you like how my pussy feels,” I order as I nibble on his supple skin.

“Your pussy’s like fucking liquid gold,” he says. “I think your pussy is what manna from heaven tastes like. It’s like food for the gods. It’s so good, I’m about to come inside of it in about five seconds. That’s what you do to me.”

“Oh, yeah? Give it to me. My pussy’s aching for it,” I say, knowing that I’m on the cusp of erupting like a volcano. “Then you can have it again and again.”

“Yeah? Tell me why I can have it again and again,” he challenges.

“Because it’s yours,” I say. Heat takes over my body, and I leave the side of his neck to throw my head back. I grab his shoulders for balance and feel the orgasm rip through me. “Charlie,” I moan as I feel myself ooze on his lap.

He wraps his arm around me and thrusts upwards. After one final grunt, he convulses underneath me and calls out my name.

“I’m so tired, but your lips feel so good.” We’re naked and under the covers. He’s spooning me, and his lips haven’t stopped kissing me. “And that dick. My goodness, Charleston,” I say in my southern drawl. “Why, I do declare.” I fan my face for good measure. He starts to swell on my ass as the words leave my mouth. “Down, boy. I need time to recover,” I warn. He’s been inside of me three times in two hours.

“But you feel so good,” he practically whines. “And you said it’s mine,” he reminds me.

I turn to face him and intertwine my legs with his. His eyes look heavy, and I know he’s moments away from falling asleep. I inch closer and run my hand over his bare chest. Neither one of us has a stitch of clothing on. “I’m a woman, Charleston. My body is mine,” I say. “Andyourbody is mine,” I add.

“That doesn’t sound fair.”

“Not fair? These lips are mine.” I kiss him deeply and tenderly. When I pull away, he nods in agreement. I push him onto his back, and I climb on top of him. “This neck is mine.” I kiss him there and run my tongue over his skin.

“Fuck yeah,” he says.

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