Page 52 of Veil of Smoke

“Fuck, I’m coming,” she cries, voice breaking as she shakes, pulsing against my mouth.

I keep going. Lap her through it, tasting every shudder until she’s panting, spent.

She grabs my shoulders. Pulls me up. Kisses me hard, tasting herself on my lips.

“Your turn,” she says, eyes dark.

I sit back. She climbs over me, straddling my thighs. Her hand wraps my cock, stroking slow.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Harder.”

“Like this?” she asks, squeezing tight, pumping me fast.

“Yeah,” I grunt, hips jerking. “Just like that.”

She smirks. Slides down. Her mouth hovers over my dick, breath hot against the tip.

“Tell me,” she says. “You want it?”

“Fuck, yes,” I rasp. “Suck me.”

She does. Her lips close around me, taking me deep, tongue swirling the head.

“Shit,” I mutter, hands in her hair. “Right there.”

She moans around me, the vibration hitting hard. She bobs her head, slow then fast, sucking wet and messy.

“Fuck, Viviana,” I groan. “You’re killing me.”

“Good,” she pulls off to say, then dives back, taking me to the back of her throat.

I thrust up. She gags once, then adjusts, letting me fuck her mouth.

“Come for me,” she says, pulling back, stroking me with her hand. “I want it.”

“Not yet,” I grit out. I pull her up. Flip her onto her back.

She laughs, wild and low. “Do it,” she says. “Make me scream.”

I spread her legs again. My fingers slide back inside her pussy, three this time, pumping fast.

“Fuck,” she moans. “Yeah, deeper.”

I twist them, curling hard, and rub her clit with my other hand. “You’re soaking me,” I say, voice rough.

“For you,” she gasps. “I’m coming again.”

“Come for me,” I growl, working her faster.

She does. Her pussy clamps down, dripping over my fingers, and she shouts my name, thrashing beneath me.

I pull out. Lick her off my hand. Then lean down, kissing her clit soft, then sucking hard again.

“Fuck, Dario,” she cries, hips bucking. “Too much.”

“Take it,” I say, tongue flicking wild. “One more.”

She grabs my hair. Grinds against my mouth. “Yeah,” she pants. “Right there. I’m coming.”

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