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“I’d say that’ll be a hell of a compliment.” She winks and then drags her chest over me before settling back between my legs. My eyes squeeze shut and I pray for control even as she taunts me with her mouth, her hands…her whole fucking body.
The headboard slams against the wall when her lips start to devour me. The movements are slow—intentional—and so fucking maddening as she licks and swirls her tongue, pulling off just a little before taking more of me until the head of my dick hits the back of her throat.
She hums, one hand squeezing and massaging my balls while the other wraps around the base, stroking me so good my eyes roll back and I curse.
I want to fuck her mouth. I want her gagging on my dick as she moans around me, her tits bouncing and swaying until I come so hard I black out.
“Not yet, Max.”
“You’re too fucking good, El—it feels too damn good.” She hums her approval and I grip the wood, the bite of it the only thing keeping me grounded. Sweat dots my hairline as every muscle in my body flexes under her touch.
“Are you going to come down my throat?” she says, pulling off long enough to taunt me.
“Jesus, yes.” The headboard rattles again. “Please, baby.”
Her eyes are molten as she sucks me harder and deeper until I can’t hold on anymore. My orgasm rips through my body, the magnitude of pleasure beyond everything I’ve ever felt as my vision blurs and she swallows around me.
My chest heaves but it doesn’t matter—I need her.
And I need her now.
Sitting up just enough, I grab her arms and haul her up my body until my mouth crashes over hers. She gasps as one hand grips the back of her neck and the other dives under the sheer fabric of her panties to grip the perfect globe of her ass.
“I need you out of these,” I say as I drag the material as far as it will go with her pressed against me, “and sitting on my face.”
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ELLISON
Montana kissesme one last time before hauling me up his body. His muscles bunch and flex and my mouth waters again like I didn’t just have him coming down my throat a couple of minutes ago. His breath is hot against my core, and I want desperately to lower myself down so he can take control of me the way I had with him.
Watching him surrender to me had been the ultimate high and something I hadn’t been able to put into words until this very moment. Things like empowered—emboldened—come to mind. Being with Montana has always been about more than just the chemistry and lust pulsing between us, but finally being able to act on it is practically euphoric.
It is the way I know without a doubt that I could ask for anything and he’d give it to me without hesitation. I’d definitely been asking for it at the waterfall. But I’d never been able to do that with anyone, romantic or otherwise, and the idea that I couldaskfor the things that made me feel good is something I’m still trying to reconcile.
“You’re not nervous are you, Eddie? I had you bent over and spread wider than this just the other day,” he says as he leans up and swipes his tongue against my slit. I moan, my cheeks heating as I stare down my naked body to the absolute hunger in his eyes.
“Course not,” I say even though I can hear the slight tremor in my voice.
“Mmm, then be a good girl and let me help.” His voice is soothing—confident—and I nod, grateful for his willingness to do this for me even though I don’t know how I feel about his use ofgood girl.
Do I like it?
Am I agood girl?
Does his sayin’ it low and growly turn me on?
I can’t dwell on it too long though because his rough palms grip my hips, his skin against mine a delicious contrast as he pulls me slowly down to meet his waiting lips. His stubble tickles the inside of my thighs right before he sucks my clit into his mouth.
I gasp and he holds me tighter, forcing me to buck against his glorious assault. Montana groans, his fingertips kneading my ass cheeks as he licks at me before thrusting his tongue inside me. He moves and grinds me against his face, his beard and hands and mouth all taking part in the pleasure building between my legs.
It’s hot and messy, and I love every second of the way he’s staring at me with a wildness he only ever gets when we’re together.
“Do that thing to my clit again,” I pant and he does, sucking and rolling the tiny bud and teasing the hell out of me. I gasp and moan and writhe against him, his palm coming down hard on my backside once—twice—and I shatter.
Montana’s tongue is relentless until I’m nothing more than a whimpering mess, my throat hoarse from chanting his name over and over for giving me the best orgasm of my life.
“Think I can make you come again?” He grins, his face absolutely covered inme.Somewhere in the recesses of my brain is the little voice that says I should be embarrassed—that this was wildly unladylike and I should be ashamed for demanding my own pleasure.
