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over her. She
moaned, curling up to watch him. He moved his lips, lapped at her
firmly, then sucked at her, turning his head from side to side to
make her shriek. He groaned as he pressed his mouth to her again.
He knew she liked to hear him, liked to hear when he was pleased,
and he knew that hearing his pleasure now would send her reeling.
And it did - she lifted her legs up off the bed and her fingers
found his hair, scratching across his scalp as he devoured her. He
felt her moving beneath him, her hips shifting upward in rhythm. He
moved with her as it grew more intense, until she began grinding
against him. Her moans were constant now with garbled strings of
“yes,” and “please,” and “don’t stop, right there,” drawing more
heightened with each passing moment. He took hold of her hips and
pressed himself harder against her. She growled, lifting her
backside from the mattress. He moved swiftly to take advantage of
her arousal, ran his tongue down before she could realize and slid
it into her wet pussy. She screamed, grabbed him by the hair so
roughly he thought she might tear it loose, and pulled him into
her. He gripped her and slid his tongue in and out as she cried
over and over.
    “Oh god, you mother fucker !”
    Though she couldn’t see, he smiled. He felt
her legs shaking as she dropped back down to the mattress. Her
muscles had gone weak. She was getting close. He pressed his hands
to her thighs and lifted her legs higher before running his fingers
along her wet lips. She looked down at him with pleading eyes and
he slid his fingers inside. She moaned gratefully, her fingers
clasped firmly in his hair. Her movements grew swifter, more
desperate and he let his fingers explore deeply. He played his
fingers expertly, pushing them into her over and over with such
speed that her moans bled together into one long desperate cry. He
let his knuckles slam against her roughly as he moved his tongue
against her. She gasped and held her breath and he knew. He shifted
himself upward so he could finish her, her hands clamped onto the
back of his head, holding him to her as her whole body tensed. He
felt the muscles in her thighs move and suddenly he felt her
tighten around his fingers. In waves it came, and he wanted nothing
more than to bury his hard cock in that warmth, and feel her come
again. He groaned at the sensation, but did not slow. He knew she
would give him a sign when it was time to stop. She gasped again
and shook under him. Then he felt her grip in his hair loosen, her
legs went slack and she fell back onto the pillow with a breathless
cry. That was his sign.
    He kissed her once more, then her thigh,
then slid his fingers slowly out of her, waiting to be sure she
would see. When she met his gaze, he sucked her from his
fingers.
    He was throbbing now to the point of near
pain. He ran his hand over his mouth and moved up the length of her
body, kissing her white skin as he did. He settled himself above
her, one hand stroking what was now his achingly hard sex. She
grabbed him and kissed him deeply, then hooked her ankles at his
hips once more and tugged. He obliged, moving himself over her
until he pressed the head of his cock against her now overly
sensitive sex. She shivered as he ran it over the wet mound again
and again.
    “You like to be teased don’t you?”
    She shook her head no, but she was smiling.
He lowered himself closer to her lips and spoke low.
    “Do you want it?”
    She growled again and dug her nails into his
back. “Yes.”
     
    “Tell me.”
    “I want it,” she said and moved under him
before whining in protest of his tease.
    “What do you want?”
    She blushed, her voice just a whisper. “Mmm,
I want your cock inside me.”
    He slid the head down and pressed himself
until her body yielded to him. She gasped and clutched at him as he
slowly slid inside.
    He moved slowly, watching her. She shifted
beneath him, her hands pulling at his hips for him to move deeper.
She was