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His dark eyes bore into mine, his hand slowing, “One taste is all I’ll allow, and then I need you off your knees, sweetheart. Never on your knees for me, got it?”

I can feel the smile blooming on my face, the power somehow shifting fluidly between us. Johnny holds the base of his large cock, pressing it forward in offering to me. Licking my lips I ignore his groan as I lean forward and swipe my tongue over the plump mushroom head. I lap at the precum leaking from him like a faucet before tracing my tongue down along the vein to his balls, then back up again.

Johnny angles his hips away from my greedy tongue, lightly gripping my chin. “You need to stop babe, I refuse to come onyour beautiful face.” His heavy lidded eyes stare at me as if I’m the best thing that ever happened to him.

Leaning forward he captures my lips, devouring my mouth. In one swift move I’m somehow on the bed, Johnny looming over me in the very best way.

“I’m going to taste you, every inch of you, and when you’ve come shaking and screaming on my face I’m going to gift you my body. Whatever you want to do with me, I’ll be at your mercy.”

All I can do is nod, my mouth dry at the prospect that Johnny’s face will be between my legs, his hands running over my breasts, my belly, wherever they choose to roam.

“Need your words sweetheart, tell me what I want to hear.”

I swallow thickly, a carousel of words and scenes from books I’ve read and wondered how true to their words they are. I want Johnny to make love to me. I want him to fuck me. I want him to taste and touch and please me in all the ways. But first I want him to give me something no one other than my own hand has given me.

“Please, Johnny, please make me come undone with your tongue and fingers.”

The grin he gives me is pure sin before lowering himself between my legs, his fingers petting me lightly. “As you wish, Buttercup.”

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I gently tug her panties down her thick thighs, the triangle ofher dark hair neatly trimmed, as if an arrow pointing to the ultimate prize. I remove first one foot, dropping a kiss to her ankle, and then the next, flinging her panties somewhere behind me. I slowly spread her thighs and almost lose my load. Her scent intoxicates me as I lay on my stomach, ready to devour her. As soon as my tongue touches the inside of her thigh her body bucks like it’s been hit with an electrical current. Fuck, if she’s this sensitive with me only at her inner thighs, I can’t wait to see her when I edge closer to the fucking heaven between her legs.

Using my fingers I spread the plump lips of her pussy, shocked to see how ready she is. Her pink folds glisten in the low light, I can see her muscles clenching under my inspection and I have to take a few breaths to not fucking blow my load on the bed. With her open to me I move my hands up her sides, caressing everywhere I can reach, her ribs, the sensitive spot under her large tits, her plum colored nipples that pucker under the attention my fingers give her. I touch and tease her, wanting her to feel even half as crazy as I felt with her eyes on me, her soft voice demanding my clothes off. Shit, when she pulled her shoulders back and full of confidence told me to touch myself, well, I almost came there and then. I love how Lovely wants to take charge. After the shit she’s been through she deserves it. I’m not going to be another fucker who takes from her without giving back twofold.

Lovely’s breathy moans echo in the air, her hips gyrate, as if looking for relief, looking for me. Leaning forward I swipe my tongue across her pussy, from her little puckered asshole to the top of her clit, pausing to suck the nub gently into my mouth. My woman lets out a squeal and then a low, animalistic moan leaves her and it’s the fucking most erotic thing I’ve ever heard in my life. No theatrical screams and panting, no, Lovely is raw in her pleasure. I double down, fucking sucking the soul from her body, lapping at her thick lips, fucking her with my tongue, suckingevery part of her. There is no technique in what I’m doing, I’m feasting on her like a starving man, wringing the cream from her body. I want more, more, more and then she gifts me with everything she has, her back bows off the bed, her hands grip my face as she rides her pleasure, her pussy gripping my tongue, juices running down my chin onto the bed. I drink up as much as I can before her shaking legs clamp closed, her hands scrambling to push my face away from the pussy I’ll never have my fill of.

I slowly climb up over her body, dropping gentle kisses here and there. One on her hip, on her ribs, a gentle suck of her nipple, all as she twitches on the bed, her gaze hazy. She has the energy to cup my face tenderly, pulling me into her. She tips her face up, and the fact she wants to kiss me with her release on my face makes my cock even harder. I devour her mouth much like I did her pussy, her groan into my mouth as she tastes herself on my tongue has my cock spurting a little cum onto her leg. I don’t know how much more I can take.

“Am I in charge now?” she whispers, nibbling at my lips.

I grin, and in a fluid movement I roll to my back, bringing her with me. “I’m all yours, baby.”

She kneels beside me, taking me in. I’m a big bastard, tall and wide but at this moment, she has all the power. All the strength. “Put your hands behind your head. No touching until I tell you, OK?”

I grin as I place my hands behind my head and then gasp when her soft hands run down my chest, over my abs. She skips past my cock and moves to my thighs, then down my calves. Her touch is feather light, but not tickly. Not that I would give a shit. Just having this woman’s hands on me is nirvana. One hand trails up my thigh, gently cupping my balls as she leans forward and nibbles my left nipple, soothing the bite with a swipe of her tongue. I feel my cock kick and another spurt lands on the base of my stomach, my patch of hair thick and sticky withmy precum. Without missing a beat Lovely leans forward and swipes it up with her tongue, moaning at my taste.

“Fuck baby, I’m not going to last much longer.” I’m panting hard, and no matter how many times I picture the shit I’ve seen in the Rev Room, my cock is just not going down.

Lovely gives me a shit eating grin, rising up, then swinging a leg over me. She hovers just above me, the curtain of her hair hanging down, covering us so it’s only me and her in the world.

“You can use your hands now,” she whispers. “I want you to guide your cock, I need you inside me.” Her sweet voice breaks at the end with her desperation and I’ve never felt anything as monumental as this moment.

Lining myself up with her, the head of my cock kisses her hot flesh. She inhales sharply before she slowly, painfully fucking slowly, lowers the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt down over me, swallowing my body with hers. I know I’m home. My hands rest in the dip of her waist and I hold on for dear fucking life. I’m not going to do anything until she says. She rocks slightly, clamping down on me and moaning that low, guttural groan I can’t get enough of.

“Please, Johnny, please make love to me?” she whines, her hips moving the whole time.

“As you wish, my Lovely.”

Wrapping my arms around her I pull her into me, holding her tight as I rock up into her. Her hips meet mine thrust for thrust and I whisper sweet nothings in her ear, how I feel about her, how thankful I am that she is giving me this moment, how I want to fill her for the rest of our lives with cock and babies and my love. She responds with her own promises and when she leans back, hands on either side of my face, looking deep into my eyes I see everyday of my fucking future. My cock kicks at the same time Lovely’s body clamps down and I come seeing fucking stars. Gripping the back of her head my tongue delvesinto her mouth, almost stealing the air from her lungs as I try and prolong the moment between us for a moment more. Then I remember that Lovely Landry is mine.

“You’re crying,” Lovely’s gentle voice breaks the obsessive thoughts running through my mind.

She gently wipes her thumbs across my stubble and I notice the same tracks marring her own flushed cheeks. “So are you, baby. Fuck, I didn’t hurt you, did I? I’m such a fucking waste of sp-”

A soft hand clamps over my mouth, effectively stopping anything else I had to say. “Stop, Johnny. Just stop. You didn’t hurt me. You gave me something that I’ve never had.”

I raise a brow, trying to figure out what that might be.

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