Page 54 of Keep Your Guard Up
She latched onto my shoulders and lifted her ass up, waiting for me to clear the torn-up fabric. It hit the bin with aswish, but I was already on her mouth again.
Fuck,this mouth. How could I ever use my own to breathe again when tasting hers was better than air?
My hand wrapped gently around her throat as I dove deeper with my tongue, lashing and ravishing hers. I lay her on her back, and she so eagerly, so willingly obliged. Her brown curls spread around her, and I paused.
She was so beautiful.
She was fucking divine.
She was mine, just for right now.
Between her folds and her upper thighs glistened. Saliva filled my mouth, begging to relive that taste again. Though her sexyas fuck thong was sleek and black, it failed to hide that soaking patch of desire.
I dropped to my knees at the end of the desk and smirked when her breathing picked up. Those damn panties, sexy as they were, were still in my goddamn way.
To shreds, I say.
And did.
They fell apart easier than her shorts but followed the same path. That deep, cocoa fire in her eyes exploded. She sent blood straight to my cock by scooting that full, muscular ass closer to my mouth.
Taking the hint, and refusing to take my time, I dove in—licking and swirling around that sensitive bud, her pussy the most beautiful shade of pink.
Don’t get all sappy there, mate. Focus on the task at hand.
I flicked and twirled her clit with my tongue, and when those breathy little moans started, I slipped a finger inside her. She was so wet my cock ached. She was so willing, so ready for me to fuck her.
“F-fuck, fuck, Chance!” she moaned.
I curled the tip of my finger in a different direction each pump until I found it. This tight, soft spot inside of her that seemed to almost grab on when I brushed up on it. Within a couple of pumps over it, that sweet pussy was tightening down on my finger and her cries filled my ears.
“Chance!” The sound of my name falling from her lips was like a crack of thunder—demanding and heated.
Pulses of pleasure rippled through her as I tasted every second of her climax. Salty and yet sweet, I wasn’t sure if I would ever get enough of this taste. Of tasting her—
Enough of that now.
I stood from the end of the desk and wrapped an arm under her back. Her climax still on my face and on the desk, my ballsached as they wound up tight. Limply and full of post-orgasm bliss, she wrapped her legs around me as I used one arm to move us to the couch and the other to drop my towel. Her wetness slid perfectly over my cock, sending that familiar flame into spiral.
Oh, mate. We know this is only just the beginning.
As soon as her back hit the couch I lined myself up to her. Taking her mouth once again, I thrust inside her. She was so wet, and so goddamn tight.
I pushed a breath out my nose, my mouth still on hers. The taste ofherflooded my senses, so impossibly indescribable. And with her wrapped so tightly around the top of my cock; fuck it felt incredible. I’d promised hard and fast, but I couldn’t let it bethatfast. Reluctantly, I pulled away.
“C’mon, Sunny baby. Make some more room for me.” I dropped my mouth to hers again briefly. “I need you to make some room for me, sweetheart.”
Those brown eyes opened on me, desire and bliss and pleasure swirling around in a heated mixture. Those pools of honey were sticky, but I felt no urge to get ‘un-stuck’. A soft pink flush coated her upper cheeks, making her freckles seem darker. Those brown eyes had pupils inflated with oxytocin. Her lips were a deeper rosy pink, swollen from mine. Those brown eyes stared and stared.
Those eyes.
Those eyes.
Those eyes.
I couldn’t look away, didn’t even bother to as soon as I felt her walls slacken around me. I pushed farther inside her, her pleasure driving me closer and closer to a climax of my own. Taking her hand, I pinned it above her head by threading my own through it.
“Fuckkk,” I groaned. “Fuck … fuck, Sunny. I need a little more room, baby.”
