Page 18 of Back the Blue

“Heathen,” she teases.

“Guilty,” I nod. “Now show me where you want to be licked, Lorna. I’m getting impatient.”

She bites her lip. Then she parts her legs for me. I let my gaze drift down her sensual curves and damn near blow my load at the sight of her pussy, already wet for me.

“Fuck, woman,” I rasp.

“I thought there wasn’t time for that?”

“There could be,” I grin as I slide back off the bed and grab her ankles. “Depends on how fast I can make you come.”

She squeals when I yank her ass to the edge of the mattress. Then I kneel and plunge my tongue into her wet opening. When she screams my name, I get to work. Her hips writhe against me as her hands fist the sheets. Drowning in her sweet juices, I lift her thighs over my shoulders before reaching up to cup her breasts in my hands, effectively pinning her legs around my head.

“Ashley,” she gasps. “Fucking hell.”

Her hands fly to my head, but with a buzz cut, she can’t hold on to me. After a few moments of scoring my scalp, she gives up on that and locks her hands around my wrists instead. As I look up, I let the growl that leaves me vibrate against her sensitive folds. Her lips are parted as she pants, her head thrashes from side to side, and she weakly tries to pull my wrists away from her breasts.

Yeah, I don’t think so, sweetheart.

When I feel her body start to tense, and her pussy clench around my tongue, I do what’s necessary to send her over the edge. With coordinated movements, I slide my thumbs and forefingers around her taut nipples and give them a solid tug at the same time I circle my tongue over her swollen clit.

And damn if she doesn’t reward me with the sound of my name ripping from her throat just before her sweet release drenches me. I stay on her until she’s spent. Then I release one nipple and and lower her legs so I can retrieve another condom. Her eyes flutter open as I sheath myself. I expect her to protest, but instead, she proves that she may well be perfect for me.

“Please, Ashley,” she pants. “Hurry.”

Twelve

Exhausted as I am from yet another intense orgasm, I want more. Ashley simply smiles as he kneels at the foot of the bed and sinks his thick cock into me. I moan. He curses. Then he lifts my legs and places my feet on his chest. I smile and place my hands on the mattress to support my position. And he once again prepares to fuck me senseless.

“Hold on tight, sweetheart.”

In seconds, the room fills with the sweet sound of his hips slapping my ass. That’s soon joined by my pitiful moans of delight. Then his growl of desire. And as good as it is, I can’t help but to ask him for more.

“Harder,” I pant. “God, please, harder, Ashley!”

He grits his teeth and delivers. I release a sob of delight. I’ve never been with a man who’s been capable of fucking me like this. But Ashley can. And I may very well be addicted to it.

To him.

Unbelievably, another orgasm flares to life in my center. My body shudders. Then Ashley slips his right hand around my hip so he can thumb my clit.

“Ashley!”

“So good, sweetheart,” he pants. “This is so…fucking…good.”

Another unintelligible sound leaves me as I attempt to agree with his statement. This seems to spur him on even more. And after three more deep thrusts, my body detonates with desire. My vision dims as I watch him watch me come apart. He keeps moving until my feet slip off his chest. Then he pushes deep one last time as he spills himself into me. When he does, he whispers my name as if it’s a prayer.

“Lorna.”

When he’s spent, he lowers my legs and rests his face in my neck. I want to hold him, but he’s weakened me. In the best way. I close my eyes and listen to our breathing start to slow. Finally, he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder before raising his head to look at me.

“How?” he asks me. “How did you do that?”

His expression is one of awe and bewilderment. But I’m not sure why.

“Do what?” I breathe.

He takes a breath to respond, but something stops him. His expression is pained for a moment, then he presses a hard kiss to my lips before explaining.

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