Page 19 of Simon's Runaway Mate

The minx just looked up at me with those big eyes and moved her mouth faster. She set a rhythm that had me seeing stars. It wasn’t only the sensations she was sending through me with her wicked mouth. It was watching her. The stretch of her lips. The color on her cheeks. The passion in her eyes. Sucking my cock excited her. I smelled her juices coating her sex and thighs. The scent had my mouth watering.

“I want to taste you.” Cecilia popped off my dick and worked her hand faster while her tongue flicked over the slit in the top. Her breasts teased me, red nipples peeking between her hair and arms. I wanted to see my cum on her, marking her, claiming her.

I moved quickly, grasping her around the waist and tossing her onto her back on the bed. I straddled her hips, using my bulk to hold her down while I put my own palm to my erection. I immediately found my rhythm, jerking my cock with the expert skill born from years of practice.

“Show me where you want it.”

She licked her lips and ran her finger over the plump curves, continuing down over her chin and lower, across the top of her chest then down to circle each of her nipples. Then she began pinching and tugging at them. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was every fantasy I’d ever had all rolled into one perfect package. My perfect package.

“I’m going to jerk my cock off all over you face and tits,” I warned. “And you’re going to rub in every drop so I can smell me on you for the rest of the day.”

She shuddered, and her hips moved. I knew she wanted to rub them together, to try and bring a little relief to her needy sex. But that wasn’t her job. That was my job.

“You like that, don’t you?” I teased.

“God, yes,” she cried, surprising me. “Give it to me, Simon. I want to taste you on my tongue.”

I growled. Couldn’t hold back any longer. My palm flew along my shaft as I got closer and closer.

“Open your mouth,” I ordered then growled again when she eagerly complied. “Cup your tits for me. Show me where you want it.”

“Everywhere,” she crooned. “Please.”

“Ahh, fuck,” I moaned as orgasm hit. The first splash hit her bottom lip, and she swiped her tongue out to bring it inside her mouth. The next hit a little lower, dripping down her chin and onto her chest. I coated the top of her breasts then leaned in, gripping the headboard while I pressed my cock against her lips. Cecilia opened wide, sucking me in and taking me to the back of her throat, swallowing around me. Instantly, I was rock-hard again.

I pulled away, moving down to sprawl between her thighs, burying my face there. She tasted like heaven. I licked my way from her slick opening, up through her folds to the tight bud of her clit. I tapped it with my tongue, circling before sucking gently. I backed off and blew across it, enjoying the way she wiggled, the cries spilling from her lips as she reached for me, digging her fingers into my hair and holding tight.

“Simon.”

I loved the sound of my name on her lips. I loved the taste of her on mine. I worked two fingers inside, curling the tips as I thrust. Her cries grew more frantic as her hips pumped into my touch. Yeah, this was exactly how we should start every morning. I growled against her folds, and she screamed, grinding her face against me. I took the hint. In minutes, I had her screaming my name while I drank her down. Then when she was still shuddering with pleasure, I skimmed up her body and buried my cock where my tongue had just been.

She rippled and squeezed around me, clenching as I dragged my cock out then pushed back in. She gave a keening moan, gripping my shoulders tight while I rode hard and fast.

“Si…mon.” Her breath caught in the middle of my name.

“What do you need, baby?” I asked.

She dropped one hand to tap at the mark I’d left on her. “Bite me.”

I leaned down, licking over it several times before biting down. Cecilia went wild beneath me. She bucked, wrapping her legs around my waist and forcing me deeper then doing her best to hold me there. I came hard. So hard I feared I might pass out for a minute. I eased up, tugging my teeth from her skin and licking over her again. I could definitely get used to waking up like this every day for the rest of my life.

“Mmm,” Cecilia moaned, eyes closed with a silly smile on her lips. She was gorgeous. “Good morning.”

I laughed, collapsing beside her on the bed then tugging her close to me. “Good morning, baby.”

She snuggled in. “I watched you sleep for a bit then thought I’d go make breakfast. Maybe, wake you up with breakfast in bed.” She paused, licking her lips. “Then I noticed you were having a good dream. Like, a really good dream. And I thought it would be a shame to waste how…happy you were.”

I laughed again. “Definitely shouldn’t go to waste.”

“I thought you’d agree.” She licked her lips. “You taste better than I imagined. I really want to do that again, but maybe next time, you could come while you’re in my mouth.”

“Hell, yes,” I agreed. “Give me a few minutes.”

Cecilia giggled. “Hold that thought. I’m hungry for more than…your delicious taste right now. I want breakfast.”

“Aren’t we having that with your dad and Leslie?” I reminded her.

“Shit!” she yelped, and I grabbed her, tugging her back to me as she started to jump out of bed. “I’ve got to shower and get dressed.”

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