Page 107 of Rather: The Therapist

She got into position, exposing her nectar. Though I wanted to bury dick in her again, I couldn’t avoid the tingling of my tastebuds. On my knees, I parted her pussy with my tongue.

“Uhhhhhh–”

Her spine curled. I used a hand to arch it, again.

“Ass in the air, Rather.”

Calling her anything other than Rose made this all feel real. It made it all feel right. But, depending on who you asked or what commandments were in mind, it was all wrong. All fucking wrong.

However, my dick, my dome, my heart, and soul wasn’t hearing it. Couldn’t see it. Didn’t acknowledge anything but the gratification our connection provided. For now, it was enough for me. For us.

I sucked her clit into my mouth. She collapsed forward. Her inability to handle what I was dishing frustrated me and fascinated me simultaneously. I placed a hand under her stomach to lift her up. With the other, I stuffed her insides with two fingers, curved downward to initiate direct contact with her internal clitoris.

With my thumb, I rubbed the outer portion. And, my tongue circled her glossy asshole. It was beckoning for me. Demanding my attention.

“Priesssss–”

Slowly, I worked her over, pulling out more of her filling with each stroke of my finger. When her frame grew rigid and she became paralyzed, I understood her climax was approaching.

“Oh fu– oh fuck!”

Her gusher exploded. Lava flowed from her volcano onto my fingers and down my hand.

“Fuck!”

Her body jerked. She lacked control of her movements. I lacked control entirely.

Desperate to feel her contracting walls, I slid back into her. Like quicksand, her pussy buried my bone.

“Shit,” I groaned, feeling her pussy signal for my semen.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

I drove into her, connecting our bodies with each stroke. The bulge of my dick crept toward the tip. In her pussy wasn’t where I wanted to leave my seeds. It was risky business and when able to avoid it, I would.

“Ummmm. Mmmmm.”

“Knees, Rather.”

Though the command was given, I couldn’t seem to climb out of her. She felt too fucking good.

“Yess. Ye— Uhhhhh.”

“Fuck.”

I forced myself out of her. Hurriedly, she got on her knees and turned until she was facing me. Without hesitation, I stuffed her mouth with that motherfucker. It wasn’t her pussy I was stroking anymore, but the slow strokes continued.

Like a fucking champ, she accepted as much of me as she could. Tears fell from her eyes. Her throat threatened regurgitation. It was enticing. But, before I could accept the challenge, those brown eyes that stared up at me extracted my nut.

“Shiiit–”

Rather sipped my seeds straight from my dick. She swallowed every last drop, leaving me with clenched ass cheeks and a hand full of her hair as she continued sucking.

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