Page 86 of I Knead You Tonight

He braces a hand on each thigh, pushing my legs apart even farther, andfinallytastes me for real.

I melt into oblivion.

Or the couch.

They both feel the same right now.

His licks are slow, purposeful. He takes his time teasing me, lavishing me. He switches between gentle strokes, sucking my clit into his mouth, and flicking his tongue against me like he’s tapping it.

Every time I think I’m about to explode, he walks me off the ledge, pulling away and dipping his tongue into my opening, only to start all over again.

I’ve never had someone eat me out with such attention before.

“Winston…” I whine. “Let me come.”

He laughs, and the vibration against my clit feels fucking magical.

“Fine, but only because I’m selfish and can’t wait another minute to feel your pussy wrapped around my dick.”

This time, he lets me leap over the ledge.

And I soar.

Higher than I’ve ever soared before.

When I’ve finally fallen back to earth, Winston sits back on his haunches, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He grabs my hands, helping me stand. Then he turns me around, gently pushing me toward the cushions. I fall onto my knees, bracing my hands on the back of the couch as I listen to him get rid of his sweats and his shirt.

I gasp as I feel his hard cock brush against my ass when he situates himself behind me.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, Drew. Next time, I’ll take my time inside you.”

I nod.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Winston, I just spread my legs wider than I did to birth my son and let you eat my pussy for fifteen minutes. I think we’re beyond being okay with this.”

He chuckles, nibbling at my shoulder. “Fair enough.”

The head of his cock pushes against my hole and he lets out a string of cuss words as he starts to stretch me.

I groan as he slowly—painfully slowly—pushes all the way in.

“I thought you promised this would be hard and fast. This feels weak and slow to me.”

He growls at my smartass comment, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks so hard I’m sure they’ll be bruised tomorrow, and he starts pumping into me just like he promised.

Having Winston inside me is unlike anything I’ve felt before.

It feels good. Too good.

Like the kind of good I could get really used to really fast.

We find a rhythm, our thighs slapping together so loudly that there is no way Sully doesn’t hear us.

But I don’t care.

In this moment, all I care about is this.

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