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That lights a fire under my skin. “Not yet.”
She rolls her eyes and gives me a playful, pouty look. “Fine.”
She lays back down on the leather gym bench and I lift her legs, resting them on my shoulders. I slowly ghost my lips over the soft skin of her legs, feeling her writhe with built up tension.
I plant a kiss just above her swollen bundle of nerves and she bucks, pushing herself toward my mouth. I grin, loving how she responds to my touch. My eyes flick up to find her propped up on her elbows, still trying to watch me.
“My girl is so needy,” I say, holding her gaze before I lower my mouth and glide the tip of my tongue over her clit. Her eyes close and she lets out a low, contented hum, slumping back down against the bench.
I lap at her clit, tasting her sweet arousal, still lust drunk knowing that I do this to her. When I look past her into the mirror, I see the deep, feral need in my own reflection when I increase the pressure with my tongue. I swirl it around her sensitive bud, feeling the cool metal of her piercing. Her legs tense around me and her heels dig into my back. Reaching up, I dip one, then two fingers into her soaked pussy.
She gasps and she pulls me tighter against her. I laugh to myself before rewarding her, plunging my fingers in and out, curling them against her most sensitive spot while sucking on her clit.
I look up to see her arching her back, pushing her tits up inthe air and I see her piercings pressing through that fabric. The first chance I get, that bra is coming off.
I suck harder on her clit, holding it in my mouth while my tongue flicks faster and faster over it. I feel her walls clench around my fingers and I know she’s close.
“That’s it, baby. Let go. Let go so I can fill this soaked pussy with my cock.” She moans and I feel her whole body tense, her pussy grabbing my fingers when she finally gives into the pleasure and comes undone, her orgasm rocking her body.
I give her clit one last swipe of my tongue before I lift my head, watching her chest heave while I still work her with my fingers. She props herself back up on her elbows and looks at me, her sparkling green eyes glassed over. I slide my fingers out of her, prompting her to gasp. I take my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean. “You taste so fucking good.”
Her lips part before she bites her lower lip. “Anyone ever told you that you’re talented? Like really talented?”
I laugh, extending my hand for her to grab. “Not anyone that’s ever mattered to me.”
She grabs my hand and I pull her to her feet. She giggles, falling into my arms. I pull her tight, tilting her chin to look up at me. “Now I think I said something about filling your pussy with my cock.”
She reaches down, grabbing my shaft and squeezes. “Then get to it.”
The playfully wicked glint in her eyes tells me everything I need to know. She wants me as bad as I want her.
CHAPTER 34
GRACE
WORSHIPPED AND WELL-FUCKED
I lookinto the eyes of the man I know I’m in love with, watching a muscle tick in his jaw when I tighten my grip on his hard length.
“Fuck, baby. I don’t know what’s tighter, your fist or your perfect cunt.”
I lift my brows. “Good thing you’re about to find out.”
His hands find my waist and he spins me around, giving my ass one deliciously biting slap. “Then go to the end of the bench.”
I take a couple of steps forward, stopping at the edge of the weight bench in front of the mirror. He sits down behind me on the bench, bringing his head to my side, running his hands up my thighs and resting them on my hip bones. He kisses the dip of my waist and all I can do is watch him in the mirror, the way he reverently touches me, firm and rough but still lovingly, in a way that makes my body sing.
His grip on my hips tightens and he lowers me down into his lap, pressing my wet core against his erection that’s so hard I can feel him throbbing beneath me. His arm wraps around me, pulling my back to his front.
“You have a thing for mirrors and being watched?” I ask, looking at him over my shoulder.
He shakes his head. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re about to come. I want you to see it. Now, take off that bra and eyes on us.”
He thrusts his hips up, pressing his hard, veiny shaft against my piercing sending a wave of pleasure through me. I reach for my bra and pull it over my head, tossing it aside. I melt into his lap and he moans against my neck.
He drops his hands to my waist, lifting me off his lap just enough to notch himself at my entrance. I grip his thighs, running my nails along his muscular quads and brace myself. He nudges my cheek with his stubbled jaw, prompting me to look forward into the mirror. My eyes meet his.
“Watch how good you look when you take me.”
