Page 63 of The Winning Ticket

“I told you, fuck dinner. I’m having dessert first.” I pull the lace covering her aside and suck her clit into my mouth, chuckling when her moan echoes through the room.

She grips the couch to keep from falling backwards when I slowly push my finger inside her.

“Oh god, Jake, right there. Don’t stop,” she says, her voice shaking while she rides my face, and I fuck her with my finger, inserting a second, then a third while she moves faster.

I continue to swirl my tongue over her clit, feeling her grow tighter around my fingers as her orgasm builds.

“I’m coming,” she cries out, and I feel her pulse around my fingers when the orgasm rolls through her.

I continue to suck while she moans, keeping my fingers inside, and her body shakes. I bring my arm around her to keep her in place when her grip on the couch loosens.

“Such a good girl,” I say when I rise from the ground.

She looks at me through half-closed eyes, her chest rising and falling quickly while she attempts to gain control over herself. I lean down to kiss her slowly, and she wraps her legs around me again and deepens the kiss. Her arms come around my neck while she presses her chest into mine and moves her tongue against mine with a breathy moan.

She shifts in my arms, and I feel her legs drop down while she pushes me back slightly and slides down the couch to her knees. Looking up at me through lowered lashes, she pulls the towel away and releases my erection from where it had been straining against the towel. Continuing to hold my gaze, she runs her hand along my shaft until her mouth closes over the tip, and it’s my moans that fill the room now when she takes me all the way to the back of her throat.

“Fuck! You’re doing so well, Little B,” I groan, and she hums, causing the vibrations to run through me.

Breathing through her nose, she barely gags while she deep throats me, and I stare at her in wonder when she grabs my hips and urges me to thrust into her mouth, her eyes never once leaving mine.

Fighting the urge to come down her throat, I pull her up to her feet and kiss her hungrily.

“As much as I’d love you to keep going, I need to be inside you right now,” I say, pausing for the briefest moment when I realise I need to go and grab a condom.

Bri smiles slowly before reaching behind her and producing a condom from the box lying on the couch.

“Figured we’d need these,” she whispers, and I kiss her hard again before I snatch it from her hand and rip it open, rolling it on while I return to kissing her.

Once the condom is secured, I turn her roughly and bend her forward over the back of the couch, pulling her underwear to the side and pushing inside her in one hard thrust, and she cries out.

“Is this what you wanted, Little B? For me to fuck you over the back of the couch? That text had me hard all week.”

“Yes,” she moans when I begin moving. “Harder, Jake. Fuck me.”

I freeze for a moment while I process what she’s asking me before my thrusts turn hard and punishing. I tangle my hand in her hair, pulling her head back slightly.

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this, Bri?” I ask, and she nods even when she jerks forward on the next thrust.

“Yes, Jake. I’ve been dreaming of this all week,” she says and cries out when I move the hand that was holding her hip to begin rubbing her clit.

I pull her up so that my chest is pressed against her back and push her hips into the back of the couch while I lightly grip her throat, turning her face so that I can kiss her mouth when she lets out another cry.

“That’s it, Bri. I want you nice and loud while I fuck you.” I feel her shudder when I speak, and I know she is loving every word. “You’re such a good girl, Little B. My good girl.”

“Oh God,” she whimpers, and I feel her tightening around me.

“Jake’s fine,” I whisper in her ear.

I work her clit harder and pick up the pace with each thrust, continuing to hold her throat with my other hand, though making sure I don’t squeeze too tight.

“Fuck! Jake, I’m coming,” she screams, and the orgasm rips through her.

“That’s it, Little B. Scream my name. I want everyone to know who’s fucking you so well,” I say while she shudders in my arms.

I slow my thrusts, and she struggles to regain her breath. She turns her face to mine and kisses me over her shoulder, pushing her ass back into me, urging me to keep going.

Pulling out of her, I spin her and lift her off her feet. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I walk us both around the couch, sitting down so that she straddles my lap. I lift her slightly, and she moves her underwear aside again while I guide her back down. She hisses slightly while she slides down slowly, and I try to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head at the sensation.

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