Page 31 of Change Your Play

“Grab the door frame,” I told her. “Hold on. You’re going to need it.”

She did what she was told and that was a fucking turn-on too. I gently pulled her panties to the side, hard as fuck. I didn’t take it slow anymore, I didn’t press on the brakes, I buried my face in her sex and tongued her pussy in slow strokes, just enjoying myself.

Cleo must’ve put her fist in her mouth because I could only hear her muffled cries. But my sweet vixen kept moving away from me. I wasn’t done yet.

“That’s not nice,” I growled. “I’m not done eating.’

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and locked her to me, running my tongue through her slit before I sucked gently on her clit. She choked out a groan and fisted my hair between her fingers. It was everything I ever wanted, everything Ineeded. I needed her like I needed air and food and water.

I couldn’t get enough. And when she started grinding against my tongue, I lost it. I went wild, gripping her so tight, she couldn’t move an inch, while I built up a rhythm with my tongue.

Her thighs shook against my jaw until she almost buckled under the weight, hitting her peak.

I kept her up for as long as she quivered against me, basically as long as she could stand. But that didn’t last. Quickly, I slipped out from underneath her and grabbed her by the waist, hauling her up before she fell to the floor.

I kissed her. With a low groan, I held her to me so close and not close enough. “I need to be inside of you.”

Dazed, Cleo held on to me and just whimpered in agreement.

Fuck, what a woman.

I turned her to face the desk. My cock was so hard, ithurt. I needed to be inside of her or I would lose my fucking mind.

“Every time I drive to you—wherever you are—I’m going to need you to tell me where you are.” I muttered, rubbing my cock against her sex, dripping wet, “I need to fill this pussy with come. Fuck, Cleo. I’m going to lose myself in you, and whatever pieces I have left, you can have them.”

“Miles.”

Her voice was the sweetest, sexiest sound in the world, but I clapped a hand over her mouth.

“Vixen, I love your voice. I love it, I fucking adore it, but we need to be silent.”

I pushed inside of her.

Cleo made a sound I had never heard from anyone before, and I tightened my hand against her mouth.

But, fuck, was that pussy amazing. Tight, warm, wet, it squeezed me like a hug and clenched me so tight, I knew her pussy was in love with me. I shut my eyes, panting like an animal over her. I wanted her dripping with come. I wanted her dripping fromme.

“You’re so wet, vixen,” I told her, an ache in my voice. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

Pounding into her just felt so right and I dug into her blazer and cupped her breast, just to touch her even more. We rocked against each other. Cleo pushed against me, fucking me too, and I kissed her neck in appreciation. Loving her neck, sucking on her skin, letting her know in all the ways she was loved.

Loved.

I loved this woman. We’d only known each other for a bit but I held her tight against me, tight like I would always want to.

She moaned and pleasure radiated off me.

“The moment I drive down there,” I whispered to her ear, “I’ll need you dripping with my come. Need it, deserve it, have to have it. Isn’t that right?”

She nodded.

“Isn’t that right, vixen?”

Cleo moaned against my hand, and nodded even wilder. She arched her back in time with me and her pussy gripped me so tight, I couldn’t stop if I tried. My spine tightened and my cock throbbed, coming into that perfect pussy.

I finished in her. Everything of me that I wanted to give to her.

This couldn’t be wrong. It couldn’t be. It felt too good to be wrong - it felt tooright.

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