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“Just be careful, OK? With your heart and his.”
“I will,” I said, holding up my pinky for her to hook with her own. Internally, though, I scoffed. I might have to worry about myself, but there was no way James’s heart was at risk of anything.
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Nikki
Jericho - Sleep Token
“Holyfuck,Nikki."
James surged into my room, pulling me into his arms and kissing me with everything he had. This time, when James hadknocked on my door, I answered it fully naked, only because I’d wanted to see James’s reaction. And it did not disappoint. One of his hands wrapped around the back of my head, and the other gripped my waist so hard I was sure it would leave bruises. I relished that idea. I wanted him to leave a mark on me.
I ran my hands down his chest to his waist, running one across his hard dick through his sweats, and he groaned into my mouth before pulling away.
“You seem to be answering the door with less clothes on every time,” James mumbled against my mouth.
I bit his lip playfully. “You don’t seem to mind.”
He hummed in the affirmative. “I fucking love it.” Diving back in again, he slammed the door behind him as he licked into my mouth, tongue tangling with my own for a brief but deep kiss.
“Please let me taste you.” He pulled away to breathe the words against my skin, then began kissing his way down my neck to dig his teeth into the juncture where my neck met my shoulder.
“Yes, please,” I moaned in response. James soothed the bite with his tongue before pulling away and steering me to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror that was my closet door.
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, James got on his knees in front of me. The breath caught in my throat at the sight before me as he lifted one of my legs to throw over his shoulder.
“Hold on, darling,” he demanded. “Be a good girl, and watch the show.” And then his mouth was on me, and I couldn’t think straight. The anticipation of today alone had already had me soaked, and I’d only gotten wetter since the moment he entered my room.
I watched us in the mirror as he licked a firm stripe up my pussy. I looked beautiful. Wanton, and powerful. Something about the way I watched my breasts sway with each heave of my chest, my leg thrown over his shoulder, how I was completelynaked against his still fully clothed form. The way I couldn't see my pussy, just his head moving between my legs.
All of it was extremely fucking hot.
James laved open-mouthed kisses on my pussy, alternating between using his tongue to circle my clit and thrusting into me with his tongue while brushing my clit with his nose. He remembered what had worked best for me last time, and it seemed that this time he was determined to make me come on his own.
Coming up for air, he replaced his tongue with his thumb, rubbing firm circles directly on my bundle of nerves while my thighs squeezed his head. “You want my fingers, darling?” James asked me while kissing a line up my thigh.
“Please,” I gasped.
He needed no further encouragement. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmured, blowing a cool stream of air across my pussy before diving back in enthusiastically. This time, he stayed focused on my clit, laying his tongue flat against me and pulsing it in waves. I cried out at the sensation, my body jerking in pleasure. And then he slowly pushed one finger into me, and I clenched up even more, as he pumped it a few times before adding a second finger.
He did that same come-hither motion, but this time, I could feel it working. The motions were in rhythm with his tongue on my clit and I felt myself floating higher and higher towards that sweet oblivion. But just like last time, every time I got close, it fell off again.
I whined in frustration, my thighs shaking, heels scrambling against his back.
“I need— I need—” I panted, not actually sure what I needed in this moment.
“Do you trust me?” James mouthed against me, pulling away just enough to speak, but keeping his fingers moving inside me.
“Yes, please, I just need to come,” I cried out.
“Safeword?”
“Coffee.”
“Good girl,” he praised, and then he was back at it again with that tongue of his. But as he continued to build me back up again, he moved his hands from where they’d been gripping my hips, trailing them up my stomach until they found my tits, so his thumbs could brush over my nipples until they were hardened tips.
And then, just as he pinched my nipples,hard, he bit my clit.
