Page 108 of Where We Promise

She crossed her arms, which had my eyes dropping to her breasts. “You don’t?”

“I want to fuck. I miss you, and that sample the other day did absolutely nothing to satisfy my hunger.”

She blushed, but I knew she was likely aching too.

“Talk to me about the move.” She tried to move past my comment, but I refused to budge.

I walked closer to her and picked up a loose curl and brought it to my nose and inhaled.

“Did you know your cunt also smells like honey…no idea how or why, but it makes me crave you in the most insatiable ways. All I can think of is bending you over this couch and tasting that pretty pussy that stretches around my cock so well.”

Pen shifted on her feet, which meant she was adjusting her thighs. She was wet.

“Come on, Pen. Let me have a taste, and then I’ll explain everything you want to know about the move.”

She let out a heavy sigh before wetting her lips. “I’m still furious with you. Sex changes nothing.”

Sure. “Okay, I get that.”

“And no coming inside me. I’m not on birth control yet.”

I didn’t give a fuck, eventually she’d be open to the idea of having another kid with me, but I wasn’t in a hurry.

“Yes, mam.”

“Fine. Fuck me.” She slumped down on the couch like this was an annoying chore for her. I smirked and then got to my knees in front of her.

“You look like a petulant child right now, throwing a fit.”

She shrugged. “Don’t care.”

I laughed again and pushed her thighs apart. She was wearing a loose dress, so it gathered at her waist as I stared at the strip of pink fabric covering her pussy.

“You’re a little liar, Penelope. You’re standing there pretending you don’t want me, and creaming your panties.” I made a tsking sound and then pulled the fabric down her hips. Once they were off, I stuffed them in my back pocket.

“Now, you once threatened that you’d strangle me via pussy. I’d like to test that theory. Get over her and straddle my face, Pen.”

Her eyes hooded, but as I flipped, placing my back against the couch and tipping my head back, so it rested on the cushions, she moved.

One knee pressed into the fabric on one side of my face, and the other went on the other side, her hands went up and gripped the back of the couch as she lowered herself over my waiting mouth.

Yes, fuck.

Hot and wet, my tongue slid into her heat. My hands went up and gripped her thighs to hold her in place and encourage her to rock her hips, moving her pussy over my mouth. It took her a second, likely just being stubborn, but as I worked her cunt, stroking and sucking her, she let out a moan.

It had my cock straining against my jeans, so I went slow, making methodical strokes and artfully tugging on her clit. She continued to rock her hips, fucking my face and getting lost to the sensations.

Her ragged breathing and increased movements meant she was nearly there, but because she might be feisty enough to deny me my orgasm, I pulled her off my face right on the cusp of her finishing.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

I pulled the copper button on my jeans and pulled out my cock.

“You’re doing such a good job of riding my face, decided I wanted to see how good you’d ride my cock.”

Her thighs slid together while she pulled the dress up and over her head, leaving her in just a bra.

Then as if she’s lost a bet with herself, she gave in and fell to her knees, throwing one leg over my hips and then the other until she was sliding down onto my cock.

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