Page 140 of Plus Size Player

“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit,” Russ groaned, gripping my hair at the root. He gently stopped me, forcing me to stay still. “After throwing that ass on me all night and then putting that wet mouth on me, you trying to make me come?”

I nodded. “Mm-hmm,” I affirmed, batting my eyelashes at him.

He bit down on his bottom lip and shook his head slightly as I started sucking again. I deep throated him. Holding on to his muscular thighs, I leveraged my body so I could take as much of him as I could.

“Goddamn, Nina,” he grunted as I took his dick to the back of my throat.

Gagging lightly, I pulled almost all the way off it and then I did it all over again. Each time, I savored the desire in his voice, the hunger in his eyes, the tension in his body, and the power I had over his breathing.

With his dick in my mouth, I peered up at him through my lashes.

I didn’t move.

He had his head against the door, his mouth slightly agape, and his eyes shut tight. I waited for him to look at me.

And when he lifted his head and opened his eyes, I was treated to a look of unbridled lust.

My lips curled into as much of a smile as I could muster with my mouth being so full.

I had him right where I wanted him.

“You look so fucking sexy with my dick in your mouth,” he growled. “You know that? You know how good you fucking look?”

I nodded, taking him deeper and playing with his balls.

“I’m stretching that pretty mouth out.” A slight shudder rippled through him as I stuck my tongue out. “Fuck.”

That’s it.

I took as many of his nine and a half inches into my mouth as I could. Bobbing my head on his dick, I listened to his moans and couldn’t help wanting to please him. My pussy throbbed for him. Increasing my pace, I sucked him hard and sloppily. Stroking his shaft with one hand followed by my mouth, I took as much of him as I could, applying pressure accordingly.

He groaned. “Nina…”

I could only imagine how I looked on my knees before him, mouth juicy with saliva and eyes begging for more.

With my gaze focused on him, I moved my hand. I lowered my mouth, allowing me to take even more of him. He closed his eyes as if it were too much, and that just turned me on more. Slowly bobbing my head up and down, I gagged slightly every time he hit the back of my throat.

“I love that shit,” he whispered roughly. Putting his hands on the back of my head, he repeated himself. “I love that shit.”

I could sense that he was being rushed to his orgasm when he started to thrust his hips rhythmically.

“You look so fucking good taking my dick in your mouth,” he rasped. “You know it’s yours, don’t you? This dick has always been yours.”

I moaned, letting the vibrations tickle him as I performed.

A rumble erupted from deep inside him. “Yeah, throat it again, Nina. Throat that shit.”

I was soaking wet.

And the more he talked, the more enthusiastic I became.

“You’re going to make me nut if you keep doing that,” he grunted, breathing heavily.

So, I did it again and again.

“Nina, shit,” he whispered sexily. “It feels so fucking good.”

“Come in my mouth,” I demanded before deep throating him again.

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