Page 85 of Crossing Lines

She leans her forehead against mine. “I know.”

“I need to tell you about Mick’s demands, and?—”

“Shut up and kiss me.” She straddles me and locks her gaze on mine, as if daring me to stop overthinking it all and just do it.

Every muscle in my body tightens as I close the space between us, my hand lifting to cradle her face. My lips crash against hers, hard, demanding, like I’ve been starving for this—starving for her. She gasps, her mouthopening, and I take the invitation, deepening the kiss until I’m drowning in the taste of her. She presses into me, her hands sliding up to clutch at my shirt, pulling me closer, like she needs me just as much as I need her.

I angle my head, changing the pace, and everything shifts. The hunger morphs into a desperate need that burns between us, wild and unruly.

Nina undoes each of my shirt buttons and pushes it off me. She runs her hands over my chest, and has anything ever felt so good? I snake my hands under her sleep shirt and grab her ass.

I stand with her in my arms, her legs going around my waist. I carry her up the stairs, only stopping when we reach her bedroom.

“We didn’t have to move from the kitchen,” she says.

“We did. I need to worship every inch of you.” The second I set her down on the bed, she removes her shirt, leaving her in nothing but a pair of panties. I stare at her heavy breasts, her puffy and pink nipples, in awe.

“Your body is so fucking perfect,” I say, quickly removing the rest of my clothes. Crawling on the bed, I only stop when I’m at her hips. I grab the edge of her panties and rip them off her, exposing her perfect pussy.

“I’ve missed the taste of you,” I say, licking her slit. “Did you miss me?”

“You know I did.” She pulls on my shoulders, and I crawl up her body until I’m hovering above her, curious about what she wants. She hooks a leg around my waist and does a self-defense move that reverses our positions,placing me on my back and her above me. She laughs at the shocked expression on my face and says, “But first, I need to tasteyou.”

I lean onto my elbows, refusing to miss a single moment, as Nina licks my dick like it’s her favorite flavor in the world. She flicks her tongue over my head and licks my length before dribbling spit all over my dick.

“Look at you,” I say, “taking such good care of me.”

She flashes me a smile before taking me fully into her mouth.

“I wish you could see how your lips strain around my cock.” That sexy-as-fuck sight causes my hips to surge forward.

She hums and stares at me, as if eager to hear more.

“How you touch my balls? It’s perfect,” I say. “Are you going to be my good little cum slut and swallow when I come?”

She nods vigorously, and the fact that she’s so into it, that she’s genuinely enjoying herself and what I say, is the biggest fucking turn-on.

She places my hand on her head, and when she reaches her max, she gives me a look that’s a dare. Somehow, I instantly understand and push her head down just a little more. She gags and then begs me with her eyes to do it again. So, I do just that. Again and again.

“I can’t control myself when you suck my cock,” I say. “I’m going to come soon if you keep that up.” She moans and the vibrations send me right to the edge. “Is that whatyou want?” I ask. “For me to come in this perfect mouth of yours?”

She nods her head, moaning again.

“I’m close,” I say. “Your mouth is too fucking perfect to last.” I should be embarrassed that I can’t last more than a few minutes right now, but how can I be when it’s with her? My need for her is too strong, and at my age, I have nothing to prove. I’m confident with my ability to please a woman and I can’t help that she unravels me. That I’ve been dreaming about her sucking me off for months. It’s agonizing, it’s electrifying. She sucks me harder, and I can’t hold back anymore. Electricity zaps through my body and I shoot my load down her throat. Her pleasure-soaked gaze finds mine as she swallows every last drop.

“It feels so fucking good,” I say, stroking the side of her face, “when you swallow my cum.”

“You better call me your cum slut again,” she says, climbing up my body. “But this time when you come inside my pussy.”

I grip her hips and guide her over me, grinding her pussy all over my dick until I’m hard once again. I thread my fingers into her hair and tilt her head to claim her completely. I kiss her slowly, savoring every second, every soft sound she makes, like I’m imprinting the feel of her on my soul. Her body melts into mine like she belongs there. And God, she does.

“Tell me,” I say, “how much you need me inside you.”

“So much,” she breathes. “So fucking much.”

I flip us so she’s on her back and I’m hovering above her. I rub my dick over her slit before surging forward and seating myself in one thrust.

We both groan in unison.

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