Page 169 of Crazy for this Girl

A destitute groan thrums from my chest as I feel her pull down at my zipper and work the button of my jeans. The pushback that she's trying to deliver.

I’m not going to come out of this unscathed.

If I’m going to drive her crazy, she’s going to drive me mad.

If she’s going to cream all over my face, I’m apparently going to spill out in my jeans.

I should stop her, take this slow, but how much more time should I let pass before one of us straight up goes insane from not being able to know what it feels like to touch the other again?

Within seconds, my cock is sprung free, and Laynee frees herself from my mouth, flips over, and has her chest flush against my stomach with her pussy back in my face within record time.

Then the side of my cock is licked all the way to the tip, and I raise my chin to get from underneath her pussy to gasp for some well needed oxygen.

“Fuck,” I grind out, feeling her lips wrap around me after the next wild beat of my heart.

This is beyond any primitive fantasy that I’ve ever had. Her against my lips, that plush and perfect mouth encased around mer as we both drive to give each other orgasms.

She begins to ride my face with the pace of sucking me off, using her tongue to glide along my shaft while she goes deep, then teases me by drawing only my tip in her mouth.

I use my palm to grind against her clit while I work on mocking her actions. Every time she pulls back, I get gentler. When Laynee goes deep and hits the back of her throat, I give her two fingers and me sucking her sensitive nub, mixing it up when I sink my teeth into the inside of her thigh.

I can feel every ragged exhale and inhale of hers. The way her body shakes a little as she keeps her weight on top of me, holding me there so—the way I like to think about it—I can’t go anywhere.

My balls tighten; inhaling her arousal and her on top of me only makes this more real. More at home.

More everything.

“Yes,” she cries out over me. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

Cue in asshole hashtag number two because my lips lift, my cock loves the sound of her urgent prayers for me to finish her off.

Within a few more licks, thrusts, and kisses, she’s coming. Her thighs squeeze the sides of my head as she humps my face with abandon and smothers me against her wet center. Then she swallows me whole, stifling her moans around my hardness as I tap her ass in warning.

“I’m going to come, Laynee. You might wanna—” Another deepthroat while she fondles my balls, and I’m pouring my release inside and down her throat, dying from this ending and how the hell I’m going to get her to do it again.

When I’ve stopped impaling my sated dick between her lips, she rolls off me, then starts to get off the chaise when my hand immediately clamps onto her wrist, pulling her back to me with her come all over my chin.

“Where are you going?” I lift a curious brow. “Are you gonna hit and quit it, Laynee?”

She blushes. “No. I was going to get you something to wipe off.”

I smile. “I think you took care of that problem.” I tug her down flat on her back and get up, pressing a kiss to her lips before saying, “I kid you not when I say I’ve been waiting for you for years. I’m definitely going to take care of you afterward.”

I go and get a dishcloth from the kitchen, soak it in warm water and come back to clean her up. Tossing it to the floor because I really don’t give a shit, I lay on my side and look down at her.

“I should’ve known since you had a big mouth that you’d be really good at sucking cock.”

“I wish I could say the same thing.” She smirks, and I lightly pinch her sides, getting her to squeal because she’s been ticklish since forever.

“Take it back, woman.”

“Nooo…” She laughs before seconds later retreating. “Okay, okay. You win, cheater.”

“I win, what?”

“You’re good at getting women off.”

I recline closer to her, hovering over her lips. “I wanna know if I’m good at getting you off, Laynee Reese. I don’t give a fuck about other women.”

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