Page 133 of Pretty Little Thing

Thirty-Two

Clive

I lower herdown and she slides our room key into the lock.

“Good girl,” I say.

I move to pick her up again, this time hoisting her up and cradling her in my arms.

My heart throbs. This was how I held her the first time.

She seems to think back to the same moment and smiles as she turns the knob and pushes the door open.

It closes behind us. Nora curls her arms around my neck and we kiss until I reach the bed. My first thought is to drop her like a rock and listen for the high-pitched laugh from her that’s sure to follow, but I don’t.

I lean over and lay her down gently. Our lips barely part for longer than a second as I climb over her. We kick off our shoes. She loosens my tie. I feel behind her dress for her zipper and she leans up to help me slide it off her. I take it the rest of the way down to her ankles and drop it to the floor.

I stay there to admire the naked goddess lying in front of me. Her heavy breathing breaks the silence and she barely moves, save the tips of her toes gently rubbing upward between my thighs. I toss my jacket off and let it slip to the floor along with my shirt and tie. Nora watches me undress, her tongue poking out from between her lips as I reach for my belt.

“Come here,” I whisper.

She sits up and scoots forward to align her mouth with my zipper. I give her no further instructions. She knows what to do.

She pulls my pants down to free my hard cock and instantly sticks it in her mouth. Her suction is hard and fast, nearly knocking me off balance as I watch her bob back and forth.

“Clive,”she lets out a breathy moan, “come on my face.”

I tilt my head. “What?”

“Please.” She licks me from base to tip. “Come on my face.”

Nora turns around and lays down on the bed with her head slightly tilted over the side of the mattress. I gulp hard as she draws my cock close and shoves me back into her little mouth again. My balls tighten and my glands throb. Her tongue, her cheeks, her vibrating moan…

So fucking perfect.

Nora cups her breasts and I watch as she touches up and down her own body. Her hand pushes between her thighs and she lets her little fingers do the dirty work. She moans around my cock, taking me in a little deeper while she rubs circles around her clit. This view is almost enough to make me explode but I want to hear her beg me again.

I pull out of her mouth and stroke myself.

She takes a deep, smiling breath. “Please,” she moans. “Please come on my face.”

I stroke tighter and faster.

“I want it.” She licks her lips and moans, her hand still dominating her clit. “I want it so badly, Mr. Snow. Please.”

“Open your dirty, little mouth,” I tell her.

She obeys, dropping her jaw and showing me the perfect, pink tongue inside.

“Again,” I say, balancing on the edge.

“Come on my face.”She lets out one final begging gasp as orgasm takes her body.

I come with her, releasing a heavy stream of cum onto her cheeks. It strings out onto her nose and chin, painting her face and I do my best to keep it out of her eyes.

I let my last release dance on her tongue and she wraps her lips around me to suck me clean while adorable moans still rattle her throat.

“Holy fucking shit, Nora,”I groan, out of breath and satisfied.

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