Page 120 of Lucky's Trouble

LUCKY

She lets out a moan of satisfaction when I drag my tongue up the length of her slit before moving it side to side and up and down until it’s nestled between her outer lips. Using firm strokes, I lap up her juices, letting them coat my tastebuds. She’s my favorite flavor, one I never tire of.

I spread her apart with my thumb and finger, wanting nothing standing in the way of me and that little bundle of nerves I know will make her scream. I suck on it, drawing it between my teeth at the same time that I slip two fingers on my other hand inside her.

She gasps, her hands moving to massage her tits, but still, I want more, and I know how to get it. I reluctantly pull away, reminding myself it’s only for a minute.

“Sit on my face,” I say, climbing onto the mattress and lying flat.

“What?”

“Sit on my fucking face. Right now.”

“Are you—”

“Sit on my face,” I repeat for the two hundredth fucking time.

“But I might—”

“Goddamn it, Tinleigh. Sit on my damn face. We don’t have time to argue.”

“Fine. I guess I just—” She throws a leg over my head, and I know this’ll be so fucking good. “And then I just—”

Tired of waiting for her to go all in, I grip her hips and pull her down. With her pussy pressed to my mouth, I eat her like she’s my last meal and gaze up at her beautiful body. My eyes catch on the clips pinching her reddening nipples, and fuck, I can’t wait to shove my cock inside her.

Her hands weave into my hair as she starts to see the advantages of this position. She controls where I lick, and it has the added benefit of the grinding motion she loves so much. Her arousal soaks my beard, and I guarantee it’ll tame it better than the oils she works through it every day.

I suck her clit, and she throws her head back, jutting her tits out. Unable to stop myself, I reach up and give the chain a little tug. Instant orgasm. She screams my name, smothering me with her cunt, and it’s every bit as awesome as I thought it’d be. Flattening my tongue, I lick her through every last wave of ecstasy painted all over her expression until she slows her movements and releases my hair.

“That was so good,” she breathes out, climbing off me.

“I don’t know why you don’t listen to my ideas more often.”

“What’s your next idea?”

I sit up, resting my back against the headboard. “Come here.”

She straddles my hips this time. I won’t be able to get very deep from this position, but having her tits bounce in my face and the easy access to release the clamps at the right moment will make it all worth it.

“God, you’re so wet,” I moan as she slips me inside her and lowers down.

She grips the headboard on either side of my head and leans in for a kiss. Some women are turned off by their own taste, but not Tinleigh. As she slowly fucks my length, adjusting to the stretch, her tongue dances with mine with our lips locked together. Eventually, she breaks free so she can pick up her pace. Her dancer’s thighs work as she bounces up and down, her natural tits swinging with the movement.

“Fuck, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I cup her breasts, leaning in to bite and suck at the flesh around each pinched nipple, ending with sharp flicks of my tongue to each peak.

“You’re gonna make me come again.”

“Do it, baby. I want to feel you squeeze around me.” Bending my legs, I drive my heels into the bed so I can thrust up when she moves down. We both like it hard, so I know the second we crash together, it’ll throw her over the edge. Fuck, if I’m not right.

With two more thrusts, she’s crying out and clamping down on me so hard, I see stars. I grip the chain and give it a rough tug. The clips break free, sending a rush of blood flow straight to her nipples. I squeeze her breasts roughly and massage them, knowing her overly sensitized nipples will scrape along my rough palm and make her feel good.

“Lucky,” she screams, and a new rush of arousal coats my cock. Wanting to join her, I grip her hips and hold her in place, thrusting up in rapid-fire succession. Her cries of pleasure are choppy as I slam into her over and over until my balls draw up.

“Fuck,” I roar, pushing my hips up and hers down until I’m as deep as I can possibly get. My cock pulses, shooting my cum into her warm cunt in long, satisfying spurts. I hold her there until I’m certain there’s nothing left before lowering my ass to the mattress and keeping my softening cock inside her.

My need to keep her full of my cum stems from something deep inside, some baser instinct that has me convinced it’s how I make her mine. Someday, she’ll get that IUD removed, and all this practice will pay off. I’ll keep her full of my cum day in and day out until I knock her up. My cock twitches, taking an interest in that idea.

“How does it only get better and better?” She drapes her body over me, and I rest a hand on her back with the last drop of energy I possess.

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