Page 25 of Hooked on a Feeling

John’s erection was breaking records for world’s longest one while watching Starr bend over in front of his bedroom windows. She was true to her word and was staying entirely without clothes while she taught him some yoga moves. The problem was that she was a great teacher, and he was a horrible student. He hadn’t been able to focus on a single word she’d said.

“John?”

He blinked, trailing his gaze from her ankles, over the curve of her ass, and then to her face. “What?”

“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?” She dropped to her chest.

“Oh yeah. I’m watching everything you’re saying.”

She laughed, and John moved over to the windows to where she was perched on her chest on top of one of his foam exercise pads. Thank God he hadn’t gotten rid of those. “You’re supposed to be listening so you learn good form.”

He knelt behind her and slid his palm across the curve of her spine, loving the way she was so freaking defined. She had muscles in all the right places a woman should have them, and the idea of having a partner who valued a commitment to health and wellness the same way he did was intriguing. Even if he hated being dragged to the gym, the second he started working out, he was happy to be there.

“Are we quitting so soon? You’ve barely mastered Warrior Pose.”

“Get onto your knees, Starr. All fours.”

She did as she was told while he stroked his erection. How could a man not enjoy this view? He could wake up to watching her do this every day for the rest of his life.

“What pose is this?” He leaned forward and kissed her left butt cheek. He left a wet trail from that cheek, made the dip in her valley between both cheeks, then bit the right one.

“This is Cow Pose.” She pressed her ass against his mouth, and he couldn’t help the grin because Cow Pose? Of course this was Cow Pose.

“Do you think cows do this?” He leaned forward and placed his mouth over her lips, sliding his tongue along her seam. She let out a soft moan, and he licked her again, but instead of stopping, he flicked his tongue up and down against her lips, pressing his tongue into her opening.

He spread her cheeks apart, exposing both of her glorious holes. “What about this?” he murmured against her skin. His tongue traveled from her wet heat up and over the smooth expanse of skin where he twirled his tongue along her puckered spot. She went down onto her elbows, perching her ass in the air for him while he licked her like a thirsty man.

He pressed a finger into her pussy. When she moaned, it was a mix between a growl and a purr. He hooked his finger up against the wall of her pussy while his tongue danced along her sweet rim. He squeezed her perfectly sculpted ass in his hands. He wanted to devour this woman. Make her his. Mark her as his own.

He pulled his finger from her and smiled when she let out a small, disapproving mewl. “Don’t stop.”

He licked his way back down to her clit and sucked the hard bead into his mouth, circling her tight opening above with his finger. His cock pounded mercilessly while she writhed beneath his touch. He flicked his tongue against her skin one last time before he pulled back and inserted two fingers into her. “Rub your clit. Rub it fucking hard. I want to fuck you with my fingers while you make yourself come.”

Her hand slipped between her legs, where she slid them over her clit until she gasped, clenching around his fingers. He slowed his movement and watched her through the waves of her orgasm. He opened his mouth, and his saliva dripped between the crease of her butt, coating her tight hole, mesmerizing him. He sheathed himself in a condom and began sliding the head of his cock along her still-trembling pussy.

“Oh, John. Again? I don’t think I can take much—”

He thrust into her balls deep, gripping her lush ass with his hands and holding on so tight his fingertips burned. “You can take it.” He groaned. He stayed like that for a second, giving himself time to get used to her tightness before he started moving slowly. He rimmed her puckered skin with his thumb before he slipped it into her tight entrance. She moaned louder.

“Is that okay?” He couldn’t help the smile on his face. Or the fact that his ego was flying high on having both of her holes filled with him. “Lean back toward me. I want my mouth on you.”

She pushed up so her back was almost flush with his front, and he captured her mouth with his, pushing his tongue as far inside as he could.

All holes.

“Keep touching yourself.” He pressed her forward back onto her hands. He thrust hard and fast, still holding her tight.

“You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you? Don’t think I don’t know what you just did there.”

“For touching you everywhere?”

She squeezed around him, making his dick pulse with his impending orgasm.

“Yes.” Her words were clipped, and she buried her face into her arm. She quaked around his dick, and John followed right behind her. His blood thundered in his ears. How had he gone so long without this feeling of utter satisfaction? Of feeling like he was in the right place?

John slid out of her and helped her stand. He could see her chest trembling with each breath she took, and his knees felt like they may have officially gotten into the territory of I’m too old for this shit. “Shower?”

“It’s the middle of the day.”

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