Page 81 of All My Love

“Yes,” she begs, “I want to taste us, and I want to swallow you. I want you warm in my belly when I go to sleep in your arms.”

My dick pulses and I have to think about buyinggroceries and upgrading my Netflix plan so I don’t cream pie her right here and now. God I’d love to. But she wants to suck my cock after I’ve fucked her, then swallow my load.

Not missing that opportunity.

Her body racks up again, violently trembling. “I c-can’t,” she moans, her hips wiggling somehow out of sync with the rest of her body. She flails and moans, and I stretch my palm over her lower belly, applying pressure.

“Come on now, I know you want to come on my cock again,” I whisper, “you can do it, I know that little pussy can do it, too.”

She whines and comes, and I yank her off me, my hands under her arms. She’s so easy to move around, it almost feels wrong. I put her on the ground. “Knees,” I say, trying not to sound as urgent as it really is. My balls tighten, and heat creeps up my shaft.

I groan down at her on her knees with her face tipped up, mouth open, tongue out.

Choking down on my crown, I hold my cock out, watching as I paint her velvety skin in thick threads of pearly white. I groan at the sight of it dripping from her nipples, coating one eyelid completely, sliding down the valley between her handful of breasts. I stroke and pulse, painting Dolly with more and more, noticing as my orgasm comes to an end that her tongue is stealing swipes of my seed.

“Dolly,” I groan, wanting to show her how much I appreciate this, how incredible it is, how incredible she makes me feel—but I don’t know what to say, so I say her name again. “Dolly, baby,” I groan, the last bit of my cum dripping onto her knee below.

“Take my picture,” she whispers, trying not to move her lips.

I shake my head. “No. What if Bear–”

“He won’t see it. It’s just for you,” she whispers, cum slipping off her lip. “You deserve it.” Fuck. That sends a shiver down my spine.

I get my phone and I take the picture, and as soon as I see her on my screen, covered in my cum, I blurt out, “I jerked off to the photo of you with the milk mustache. The one you sent me from the farmers market.”I guess I’m a little bad, too.

She smirks. “My soulmate.”

Her words warm my chest as I retrieve a towel from the bathroom, wetting it with warm water from the tap before returning to wipe her clean. But when I come back, damp terry cloth stretched between my hands, I find Dolly using her fingers to collect my cum before sucking it off eagerly, her tongue swiping up her thumb before sucking it fully into her mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” I groan, some part of me wondering if I should be turned off by how intensely she desires all of me, but I’m not. “That’s so hot.”

“It’s hot hearing you say it’s hot,” Dolly says, smirking. I use the towel to wipe her breasts and belly, and notice as I do that shudders ripple through her still, intermittent but present.

“You’re still shaking,” I comment, falling to a crouch at the edge of the bed where I lifted her up and sat her down. Eye level with her pussy, I run the tip of my finger between her lips and she reaches out, closing her hand around mine.

“I want more.”

I can’t help the smile that curls my lips as I study her little hole. “You sore? Did I hurt you?”

With her eyes still on my cock, she says, “I truly knew you’d be big. So I’ve been practicing with big things. So no, it didn’t hurt. It felt incredible. Amazing. Better than every single other time I envisioned it.”

“You want more?” I slide and curl two fingers inside of her, making her spine go wobbly. Never in my life have I been with a woman who wants to fuck all night, who wants more in this uncharted, carnal way.

“I want more…of you,” she breathes. “I’m trying to process that I finally have you and… my body hasn’t caught up.” She spreads her legs as my thumb rests on her clit, my fingers hooking deep inside of her. “Until then, please Hudson, make me feel better?”

I move my hand but she squeezes it, stopping the motion. “More,” she says, using my command against me.

“More… what?” I ask, lowering my mouth to her clit. “Like this?”

She shakes her head, sifting fingers through my sweaty hair. My hair hasn’t been sweaty from sex in five-plus years.

“More fingers.”

“What… likethree?” I ask as I begin to work my ring finger in with the other two. Clenching all around me, she squeezes my hand and bites her bottom lip.

“Four?” I question hoarsely.

“Your entire fist.”

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