Page 69 of Love You, Mean It
“Yeah?” I asked as I stroked my cock a few times before kneeling between her thighs.
“Condom.” Her breaths came quick.
“Not so fast. There’s something I need to do first,” I said, moving down the couch a little bit, gripping her ankles and hooking them overmy shoulders. “I need to taste this sweet pussy of yours. I can’t wait another second.”
I buried my head between her thighs, and her fingers were tangled in my hair as I licked and sucked all that sweetness.
“Goddamn, woman.” I pulled my head up. “I could die a happy man right here.”
“You best not die before we finally have sex, Charlie Huxley,” she groaned as she pulled my head back down.
I slipped my tongue inside, and she nearly arched off the couch as she bucked against me. I fucked her with my tongue as my thumb found her clit and I teased her relentlessly. Taking her right to the edge, and pulling back. Over and over.
“Charlie! Please!” she groaned.
I pulled back. Locking my lips over her clit and sliding a finger into all her warmth. And then a second. I pumped in and out as I sucked hard, and she cried out my name on a gasp.
Violet Beaumont coming with my face buried between her thighs was something that would forever be ingrained in my brain.
Her body shook and quaked as she yanked on my hair and ground up against me.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
Once her breathing calmed, I pulled my fingers out and sucked off every last drop. I sat back, looking down at her lying there sated and relaxed.
Her skin flushed, lips plump and eyes hazy.
I reached down for my jeans on the floor and pulled out my wallet, where I found the gold foil packet inside.
“I want to do it,” she said, taking it from my hand and tearing off the top. Her tongue swiped out along her bottom lip, and I squeezed my eyes closed as my head fell back.
“You can’t look at my dick and lick your lips and expect me to keep it together,” I grunted.
She rolled the latex over my length. “Maybe I don’t want you to keep it together. Maybe I want you to lose yourself in me the way I just did with you.”
I wanted to take my time with her. Wanted to explore every inch of that gorgeous body. But my dick couldn’t be trusted. I wrapped an arm around her back and tugged her forward as I leaned back on the other end of the couch. “You’re going to ride me and set the pace.”
Her teeth sank into her juicy bottom lip, and I tucked her hair behind her ear.
“I can do that,” she said. She pushed up on her knees, lining the tip of my dick up with her entrance. She moved down slowly, gasping at the size and squeezing her eyes closed.
“Take your time, beautiful. There’s no rush.”
She nodded, lacing her fingers with mine. And she moved slowly, inch by glorious inch. I tugged her head down, wanting her mouth on mine.
Needing her mouth on mine.
I kissed her, my fingers tangling in that wild mane of waves.
And she slid down farther.
My mouth never leaving hers.
She pulled back once I was all the way in, squeezing my dick like some kind of vise.
Nothing had ever felt better.
Her hands found the back of my thighs as she leaned back and slid up my cock before gliding back down. It was slow at first. My hands found her tits, and I sat forward, wrapping my mouth around a nipple.
