Page 24 of Hot Chicken

“Fuck, Ellie. I wasn’t kidding. I swear I think I’ll come in my pants if I see your eyes. Work with me, will ya?”

I throw my head back on the seat, clutching my sides in laughter. Until I feel the swipe of his tongue through my sex and immediately cry out.

“Oh, fuck. I knew you’d be sweet,” he says before I feel him spread me wide and dive back in.

“Oh. My. God,” I pant. I had no idea anything could feel this good. As much as I’d love to watch what he’s doing, I’m trying to honor his request. It feels like his face is buried between my legs. Devouring me.

“You’re so wet. Do you always get this wet? Or is this just for me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before he’s back at it. Oh, the beard burn I’m going to have tomorrow.

“It’s you. It’s all you,” I moan.

Matt replaces his tongue with his thick fingers. Before I can adjust to the sensation, he’s teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, Matt. I’m not going to last like this.”

He alternates between lashing his tongue over my sensitive flesh and sucking on my clit, and I can tell I’m dangerously close to the edge. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come apart on my tongue.” Withdrawing his fingers, he rubs delicious circles over my swollen nub, driving his tongue deep inside me.

“Matt!” My fingers dig into the seat as the most powerful orgasm of my life overtakes me. My heart is racing wildly in my chest, my breathing so erratic, I barely notice he’s hovering above me.

“Did it live up to the hype?” He chuckles.

“I think it surpassed it.”But that’s likely all him.I try to catch my breath as he runs his fingers through my hair. He has the most dazzling smile on his face. Pushing up on my elbows, I pull my legs up so I can change positions. “My turn,” I say, rubbing my hands together. Sliding from the seat onto the floor of the truck, I lick my lips.

Matthew’s eyes are hooded as I reach up to unbutton and unzip his pants before lowering them. His thick, heavy erection springs free, and my mouth instantly waters.

“Jesus. I can’t look at you, or I won’t last a minute.”

I giggle as I reach out for him, wrapping my fingers around the base of his rigid shaft. His heavy breaths bounce within the inside of his truck before I’ve given the first lick. A bead of precum welcomes me at the tip. Dragging the flat of my tongue along the length of him, I circle the head, gathering his salty taste in one stroke.

“Holy shit,” he groans.

His sounds spur me on, so I open wide, sliding his thick cock into the back of my throat as I stroke him. Alternating sucks, strokes of my hand, and flicks of my tongue along the head of his cock, I cup his balls in my left hand and give them a tug. I pull back with a pop momentarily in order to stroke his cock while I lift the hem of his shirt to watch how his abdominal muscles contract with my touch. His inked torso is the stuff dreams are made of.

Returning to his glistening cock, I stroke him more aggressively while simultaneously taking as much of him as I can into my throat. His muffled sounds of pleasure above me are unintelligible. I bob my head up and down his veiny length until his voice clears.

“Baby, you need to stop if you don’t want me to spill down your throat.”

I moan around him as I continue to suck and stroke him. Both of his hands grab ahold of my hair, virtually holding me in place as he bucks into my mouth.

“Look at me!”

With my mouth wrapped tightly around his cock, I snap my eyes up to his. I’ve never seen anything like it. His pupils are dark and dilated.

They’re on fire. For me.

His grip tightens around my hair as he cries out. “Ellie!”

I swallow down his release as it hits the back of my throat, his body shuddering beneath me.

“Come here,” he pleads.

I sit up, and he lifts me so I’m seated next to him. Wrapping me tightly in his arms, I snuggle into his side, feeling tender kisses along my temple and forehead. I relish this moment, attempting to lock it into my memory when I barely hear him above me.

“How am I supposed to leave you now?”

Chapter 22

Matt

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