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“I want you to bring that pretty pussy up here.” He points tohis face. “And I want you to fuck my face until you’re screaming my name, Hotshot.”

“I might smother you.”

“I’m hoping you fucking do. Smother me in your taste and smell.” He guides me up his body, over his chest, to his mouth. With my inner thighs surrounding both sides of his face, his hot breath brushes my clit as I’m fully exposed to him.

“Now, Hotshot. I want you to hold on to that headboard.” He inserts a finger into my soaked center. My hips buck, chasing my overwhelming need to come. “Not yet.” He smacks my bare ass with his free hand, making a loud cracking noise across the room, then grips my hip to stop me moving. “When you fuck my face, I want you to sit, not squat.” He removes his finger and I moan at its loss.

Grabbing onto my ass with both hands, he pulls my hips down to his mouth and I watch as he grins wickedly, then closes his eyes and lunges forward, sucking my clit in to his mouth.

He had nothing to worry about as I fully sit on his face, my body desperate for his touch. I roll my hips in response to his fingers that are digging into them, and grind against his open mouth as he covers my pussy with it.

Lavishing my clit with his tongue, he sucks it into his mouth, toying with it, then flicking it. And I swear to Christ himself when he nibbles on it and thrusts a thick finger inside of me.

Throwing my head back, I ride his face, relaxing now as he laps at my clit and inserts another finger, stretching me in the best way.

Letting go of the headboard, I grab onto his hair to fuck his face harder as the burning need in my body becomes almost too much, and a few seconds later I come.

Hard.

I cry out his name as blinding stars appear behind my eyes, soaking his chin with my orgasm.

My thighs tremble as he removes his fingers slowly from my wet center, then replaces them with his rigid tongue, lapping up every drop.

He lifts his hand in the air, holding out his fingers. “Taste,” he mumbles against my pussy as he taps my lips, instructing me to open.

Every first with him is always erotic and hot and so fucking dirty. I love it.

I love him.

I paint my lips with his two fingers that have just been inside me before I pull them into my mouth and twirl my tongue around them, sucking them deep, cleaning off my release.

He grabs my thighs, lifting me off his shoulders and down his body with ease. We’re face to face, and I drop my mouth over his and kiss him as if it’s the end of the world and we’ll never have another moment together. His rough scruff, still wet, smells like sex and sin.

He threads his hands into the back of my hair, kissing me so hard, it feels like he’s bruising my mouth, his whiskers giving me chin rash.

He doesn’t give me any warning, pushing his thick cock into me, and I feel the burn from the way his thick length opens me up. I push myself down, letting out a long, soft moan as he fills me completely. Not giving me a second to breathe, Owen pistons his hips, thrusting into me with a punishing force that I meet with the same desperate need.

There’s nothing soft or tender about this moment. It’s carnal and intense as we connect on a new level. As if the words we’ve spoken today have unlocked something inside us both. And it’s delicious.

Delicious and rough, intense and intoxicating, and I want more.

“You’re fucking soaked, Hotshot,” he growls.

My body begs for more as it chases another release. I move my hips faster up and down his hard cock in a desperate attempt to give my body, and his, what it seeks.

I bite his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth, and he groans, digging his heels into the bed to jackhammer into me like a crazed animal.

“Fuck. Your pussy feels so good,” he cries out, his fingers digging so deep into my hips, branding me with fingerprint bruises. “Come for me again, Jade,” he commands through gritted teeth. “Show me how much your pussy loves my cock.” His eyes roll into the back of his head.

“You make me so wet, Owen.”

He curls his neck up off the mattress and sucks my sensitive nipple into his mouth, then bites it, making it pucker, shooting sparks of pleasure into my pussy. My impending orgasm builds, the sensations spreading through every cell of my body.

The physical chemistry between us is so hot we could start a forest fire. I’m burning up.

He sucks, then flicks my nipple with his tongue, and, as another orgasm rolls through me, his hits simultaneously. My inner walls clench around his thickening cock as he explodes, shooting his release, the aftershocks causing his cock to jerk as he pumps every drop inside of me.

Kissing me lazily, he slows his hip movements as he slowly caresses the curves of my waist and hips, brushing his fingertips up and down my body, as if committing every touch to memory.

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