Page 38 of Capture of Capricorn

He sucked in a breath. “Trying to kill me before my morning coffee?” he asked in a strangled tone.

She squeezed his package, and it pulsed in reply. “I’m debating if I want sausage for breakfast.”

“Definitely trying to murder me,” he groaned.

“Poor baby,” she purred, her hand slipping past the waistband of his boxers. He’d worn those and a T-shirt to bed. Same as her, except her panties were much skimpier.

She grabbed his cock, and he hissed. “Teasing isn’t nice.”

“You don’t like this?” she murmured, sliding her hand up and down his shaft.

“I’m liking it too much,” he growled.

She wrapped her fingers tighter around his thick length. “You going to show me how much?”

“I want to more than anything, but at the same time, I’ve gotta ask if you’re sure?”

She thumbed the tip, spreading a pearling drop. “Does this not feel like I’m sure?”

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to. After all, I did kind of force you to come here.”

“To protect me.” She kept stroking. “And, no, I’m not doing this because I feel like I owe you. I am fully cognizant of what I’m doing. I’m also a woman who has needs.” Said as she slid under the covers and tugged at his briefs to expose him.

He uttered a groan as her lips touched his fat head. She didn’t take him into her mouth though, not yet. She licked the length of his shaft, teasing the taut flesh, enjoying how he trembled at her touch.

Some might be shocked she was being so bold with someone she barely knew. Fuck them. She wasn’t lying when she claimed to have needs. Zora wasn’t one to attach all kinds of emotional bullshit to sex. Sometimes she just wanted to feel good. To have that toe-curling release only a man could give her that felt ten times better than playing with herself alone.

She was also the kind of woman who loved to give pleasure. Sucking his cock, having it pulse, hearing him groan, his hips twitching, made her wet. She shifted herself to be between his thighs, one hand gripping the base of his cock while her mouth opened wide to take him.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned.

His hands fisted the sheets as she worked him, his muscles taut as he let her suck and tease.

She had a tiny ripple of pleasure when he growled, “Bring me your pussy.”

Sixty-nine? Hell yeah.

She swiveled her body so she crouched over him, uttering a gasp when he tore her panties to expose her.

His hands gripped her by the hips and pulled her down to his mouth. She almost bit him with the first electrifying touch of his tongue.

She bobbed her head on his cock, moaning and sucking as he licked and teased, his tongue flicking with just the right speed and pressure against her clit. The man knew how to eat a pussy. She could feel herself tightening. Her channel ready to explode.

He complained when she shifted her pussy away from his lips. “Bring that back. I wasn’t done.”

“Neither was I,” she quipped as she repositioned herself to be astride him.

His eyes widened and then closed as he arched, his reaction to her slamming herself down on his cock.

“Fuck me, Beauty. You’re going to make me come,” his husky whisper.

“Good.” Because she was close. So fucking close. She dug her fingers into his chest as she rolled her hips, driving him deep, grinding herself against him, her pussy clenching tight. She rode him, bouncing up and down then doing a back-and-forth rub. His hands cupped her ass, helping her to keep the rhythm going as she reached the brink of pleasure.

When his hips rammed upwards, deep, touching her sweet spot, she came.

Came hard.

Her pussy rippled around his hard shaft, which pulsed in reply as he released.

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