Page 69 of Pucking Fate

“I thought you were leaving,” I remind him. “It’s getting late…” He lifts my dress over my head, stopping my protests.

“There’s one more thing I have to do before I go,” Christian tells me as he dips a finger into the waistband of my panties and pulls me over to the bed. “Lie down and get comfortable. I want to lick you until you fall into an orgasm coma. I want to taste you on my tongue all the way home.”

“Okay,” I agree as I sit down on the bed and he kneels before me, pulling my panties down my hips and legs. “I just have one request.”

“Anything, baby.”

“I want you to come on me down there like the first time…”

Christian groans and leans forward, pressing his face between my legs. There’s no slow teasing tonight, either. He has me flat on my back, back arching as I throb around his fingers in record time. Again and again, he takes me over the edge until I can barely move a muscle and my eyelids are heavy, begging for sleep.

I keep them open long enough to watch as Christian, now completely naked, climbs on top of me. His lips claim mine in a fervent kiss while he settles himself between my spread, damp thighs. I gasp at the feel of his long, hard shaft sliding over my sensitive flesh. My fingernails dig into his muscular ass cheeks,wanting him to bury himself deep inside me. But he doesn’t. As if worried he might accidentally slip inside, Christian reaches between us, thrusting two fingers inside me to send me soaring again while hot, thick seed spills over my lower belly. Our lips separate for us to both moan and gasp through our releases.

Feeling brazen, and sexy, I remove his two fingers from inside me, drag them up and through his cum, coating them, before bringing them to my mouth to suck them clean.

“Jesus, baby. You’re killing me. How can I leave you, when you go and do that?”

“I want you in my mouth,” I tell him, making him hang his head with a groan.

“Fuck, baby. I want to say yes, but then I may never leave. And it could take me a few minutes…”

“Roll over,” I say, pressing my palms to his chest. Christian quickly hits his back, caving that easily. His eyes darken as I move lower, until I’m straddling his legs. Curling my fingers around his half-hard cock, I lick the moisture from the tip.

“That feels…so damn good,” he groans. “But I’m not ready to go again.”

“I don’t mind,” I remark before running my tongue up and down his length. “This is the only time I can fit all of you in my mouth. And I want to do that until you finish again.”

“God, yes,” Christian grunts as I do just that. He lifts his hands to tuck them under his head, as if to keep them from guiding my movements, and to get comfortable since we’re going to be here for a while, my mouth working him up. His hips occasionally thrust upward, and I love all the garbled sounds he makes – half swear words, half growls of pleasure. I want to make him feel so good that he can’t think about another woman because he’ll be too busy remembering this night with me, and the time in the bathtub.

This is where he belongs, here with me.

Christian

I think Maya is trying to kill me. Or trying to convince me to stay. Either way, she’s doing a hell of a job.

It’s been five, maybe ten minutes since her mouth started suckling me and I’m so aroused, so turned on, that I had to wrap both of my arms around the headboard behind me to hang on, trying not to come out of my skin.

I can taste the blood from where I’ve been biting down on my lip to keep from shouting down the house.

Maya hums around me again and I whimper like a wounded animal. The pleasure is growing so intense it almost hurts, but in the best way. It’s torture. And I love it. Love her.

“I’m close…don’t stop, baby,” I beg her, hoping her jaw isn’t getting too sore because I need this, need her so much.

Another happy hum is her response, making me snap.

Releasing the headboard, I grab Maya’s ponytail and do what I swore I wouldn’t do – my hips buck up as I push her down, fucking her mouth. Her eyes widen and water as she stares up at me, looking like a degraded angel. Oh, I’m such an asshole. This is the woman I love, the mother of my child, and I’m treating her like a…

Maya’s eyes close and she moans long and low, setting me off.

“Fuck!” I shout as I guide her mouth all the way down my shaft until I’m pulsing down her throat. Before the last twitch of bliss leaves my body, I release my grip on her ponytail. Maya’s mouth pops off my cock an instant later. Instead of yelling atme, she licks up the sides of me, cleaning me up. “God, I love you…your mouth,” I quickly amend, causing her to glance up at me.

She’s not ready to hear those words, and especially not for the first time during sex. Besides, she would never believe that I love her because she’s an amazing woman, an incredible woman, who just so happens to suck me off like a pro.

I know exactly what she’s doing – trying to ruin me for other women before I leave. I’m guilty of doing the same since that’s why I wanted to make her come a few more times before I hit the road.

Maya’s staking her claim on me, andthatis why I love her.

I cup her cheek so she’ll look at me when I tell her, “There will never be anyone but you. Ever. And it’s not because I love your mouth.”

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