Page 87 of At the Edge with You

She grins. “We went from baby to babies. I must be affecting you really badly.”

I puff out my chest, arching back in my seat to give my cock some room. “I tell you what, it’s real hard being with the most gorgeous woman in the world and not keeping you full of me.”

“I can tell how hard it is,” she murmurs as she sighs, causing me to smile smugly. “Tell me what you want, pretty boy.”

Fuck, she gets me going when she says that in that sexy tone of hers. I push my seat back and pull out my cock, stroking it as my eyes stay locked with hers. “I want that pretty mouth on my cock.”

She licks her lips and watches as I stroke myself. She squirms in her seat before she throws everything to the floor and getsup. She stretches, showing off her body, her soft hips that now have little bees and butterflies flying around that Hazel finished a week ago, making my cock leak for her. I hold my breath as she saunters over to me, her hips swaying in such a sinful way that I want to bite her thick flesh and mark her. She steps between the desk and my legs before sliding her hands up my thighs, sending scorching heat down my spine. I’m breathless as I look up at her, while she looks down at me like a queen about to conquer new lands.

Fable licks her bottom lip before locking eyes with me. “Are you going to come down my throat like a good boy?”

“Fuck,” I groan as I tip my head back, her throaty giggling making me leak more. I swear, each time we’re intimate, Fable gets bolder. And it’s a fucking turn-on to know she’s only ever been like this for me. That she wants my come as much as I want to drown her in it. That she wants me. I barely recognize my own voice as I vow, “I’ll do whatever you want, princess.”

“Mmm,” she murmurs before falling between my knees. She strokes her hands up and down my thighs before she swipes her tongue along the head of my cock, catching my precome and causing me to hiss out a breath. “You taste so good.”

“You keep it up. I won’t last,” I warn her, and that only makes her smirk up at me before she grips my base, her fingers barely touching, and fuck, what a sight.

“That’s my plan,” she tells me as she lowers her mouth to me. “I want your come.”

I don’t know if I moan from her words or the feel of her hot mouth around my cock. Fuck, it’s both. She uses just the right suction and tongue to have me panting her name within seconds. She feels so fucking good, and when I thread my fingers into her hair, she lets out a needy little whimper that leaves me fighting for my control. I watch as she moves up and down my cock, her eyes intent on me, such desire and need in her gaze.Her cheeks are flushed, her mouth stuffed with my cock, and I can’t even form thoughts, much less keep ahold of any kind of control. I jerk up into her mouth, my cock touching the back of her throat, and tears spill down her cheeks as I start to fuck her mouth.

“Yeah, princess. Just like that. Swallow my cock.”

She hums for me, and I swear my eyes roll to the back of my head. When my gaze settles back on my sweet princess, she’s squirming, and I can’t stand for her to be needy when I can make her come. I pull out of her mouth, much to her protest, before lifting her hips and sitting her on my desk. Her eyes meet mine, wild and full of desire, almost pushing me over the edge. I reach for her leggings, pulling them and her barely there panties down her legs before throwing them to the floor. I scoot my chair up, my eyes moving between her legs, where not only is her piercing sparkling, but so is her dripping-wet pussy. “Fuck, Fable, is all that for me? Did sucking my cock get you all wet and needy for me?”

She brings her lip between her teeth and nods, a desperate lilt to her voice as she says, “Yes, so wet. I love sucking your cock,” she pants, and it’s music to my ears.

I moan appreciatively as I lean in, running my tongue between her sweet lower lips. She rocks into my mouth, crying out, and I find myself trembling. Against her pussy, I whisper, “I wanted to be your good boy, Fable. But this pussy…it needs me.”

“It does,” she cries out, running her fingers through my hair. “Don’t worry. You’re still my pretty boy.”

I preen like a damn dog before I suck her pussy into my mouth. She moans loudly, bucking into my mouth as I lick each of her piercings before using my tongue to swirl around each one. I curve my tongue along her clit, and she’s done for. “Please, Jett. Oh my God!” she yells as she explodes against my tongue. Ichuckle as I lick up her wetness, swirling my tongue around her entrance as she jerks and whines beneath me.

“So quick for me?”

“I want you so bad.”

I stand, pushing her legs back into her chest so that her pussy is lined up for me. She grabs ahold of me and inserts my tip inside her tight, wet heat, and I squeeze my eyes shut at how fucking good she feels.

“Fuck yes, Fable,” I tell her, pushing all the way into her. “I need to marry you so I can say fucking my wife is better than breathing.”

She moans loudly, angling her hips up so I can go deeper. “Only if I get to say my husband has the biggest cock in the world.”

I chuckle as I cage her head between my hands, pressing my lips to hers. “You can say that now. I won’t correct you.”

I’m rewarded with the prettiest, sultriest grin before I thrust up into her, hard enough that the desk moves a bit, the sound making us both laugh. She squeezes my cock, her pussy tight and unyielding as she wraps her thighs around my hips, squeezing me to her. I lose control and rut into her, each deep thrust sending heat down my spine. I know she’s almost there—her thighs are squeezing my hips, her nails digging into my ribs where she holds me. Her face is so red, and she’s panting in that way that I love. My name is a chant as she meets me thrust for thrust.

Against her lips, I say, “I need you to come for me again. Come on, be my good girl.” She arches up, and I go deeper, hitting her in a spot that makes her feral. “You feel so good. Fucking hell, I’ll never want anyone the way I want you.”

“You better not,” she moans, and I grin against her lips.

“So fucking good,” I say, slowing my thrusts. “One look and I’m ready to blow my load for you. You are so fucking sexy. How am I supposed to resist filling this pussy with my come?”

“Please, Jett!”

Her pussy squeezes me, and she takes me over the edge with her. She lifts her head to crash her lips to mine, and I meet her tongue stroke for stroke. Her thighs squeeze my hips, and I jerk inside her, my heart beating out of control.

For her.

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