Page 84 of Sweet Caroline
With another sweet mewling sound, wet heat envelops my cock and my eyes roll. She sucks me in long, deep strokes, playing with my balls with her free hand, and it feels so good I almost lose track of what I’m doing.
Almost.
I click the vibration up a notch and her back bows as she lets out a muffled cry. Reluctantly, I tear my lips away from the soft, wet warmth of her pussy, practically panting. “Still okay?”
She pulls off so she can answer. “Yes! Oh my God!”
I slip my fingers inside her and dive for that swollen, perfect clit again. “Fuck, Caroline. I can feel the plug vibrating inside you.” I add another finger, stretching her.
Oh, God. This fucking pussy.
“Does it feel good when I fill you up like this?”
She gives me a muffled whimper in response.
“Such a good little slut for me.” I tap gently on the end of the plug and she jolts, letting out another strangled cry of pure pleasure.
I lick and suck and tug on her clit, working my fingers faster until she’s keening over me, her own rhythm falling apart in her distraction.
It’s funny; sixty-nine is a position that always riles up my competitiveside. It’s like a mind-melting tug-of-war where each of us tries to do such a good job that the other can’t keep up their end of the deal.
Picking up the pace, I push her closer to the edge. I don’t even care that my jaw is cramping or that my cock has slipped out of her mouth and she’s only absentmindedly kissing and licking the tip between shaking gasps. I’m out to fuckingwin this.
She tenses up, digging her nails into my thighs. On another beautiful moan, her release floods from her cunt, soaking my face.
With a groan, I lap up every drop. Or at least, I try to, before she wiggles away.
“Sorry!” she squeaks. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to— Oh God!”
“Uh-uh.” I haul her back by the hips, sinking my tongue back into her wet slit. “Don’t you fucking dare.” I swipe my tongue, pressing my face into her, slipping against her, coating myself in her release. “This is all mine.”
Her nervous little sounds quickly melt into throatier cries, and another pulse drenches me, the tension in her finally yielding. Her lips close over my aching dick again and glide down—deepdown—until I bump up against resistance. She’s silent but keeps pushing. Then I feel something give.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Gripping my hips, she hauls me even closer, opening her tight throat for more, and I nearly blow right then and there.
It’s only when her stomach hollows in sudden tension that I tear myself away and pull her off.
“Fuck, are you okay?”
She sucks in a huge gulp of air before exhaling a laugh. “Yes.”
“Please… Don’t hurt yourself for me.” Untangling our limbs, I sit up and tug her closer, needing to check in face-to-face. “Hey…” I cradle her cheek, searching her eyes. “I don’t want you to do that just for my sake.”
“I’m okay,” she reassures me. “Did it feel good though?”
“So fucking good. C’mere.” I pull her into a kiss, mumbling against her swollen lips. “You did so fucking good. But I don’t like the idea of hurting you.”
“You didn’t,” she reassures me, taking my face in both hands. “I’m fine. Promise. I wanted to try that too, remember?”
Right. Another one to cross off her list.
She slips her fingers over my wet stubble. “Sorry about— Areyouokay? I didn’t think I’d lose control like that while you were…down there.”
“Baby,okaydoesn’t even touch how good I am.” I lean in to kiss her again. “’Cause you squirting on my face was the sexiest fucking thing.”
Her face pinches up. “You sure?”
