Page 109 of Secret Love

“I feel no pain when you kiss me.”

She smiles, her eyes going all melty the way I love. “And I want to keep it that way.”

I groan again, but she points to the TV.

“They’re back on.”

I watch the game, but I slide my hand down the front of her leggings and my mouth waters when I find her wet. I tease her with my fingers, getting her close and then backing off, until she’s squirming underneath me.

When our team loses the game, I pull my fingers out of her and lick them clean. “Tru?”

“Yes?” she pants.

“I’m going to stretch out on this couch and I need you to come over here and ride my face. Okay?”

Her cheeks flush and she nods. My dick bobs in victory. She stands and tugs her shirt over her head. I grin when her tits bounce and she smirks as she turns her back to me and lowers her leggings. She bends over, the flexible goddess that she is, giving me the most exquisite view, and I adjust my dick, cursing.

“You can’t possibly know what you’re doing to me, tiny dancer.”

I tug her hand to face me and she shakes her head, surprising me by moving to sit with her back to me instead. Her ass is close enough to bite and so I do, and she looks at me over her shoulder, her full lips lifting in a seductive smile.

“This view is phenomenal, but my mouth is up here,” I say, squeezing her perfect peach-shaped ass.

She ignores me, lowering my shorts and pulling down my boxer briefs until I pop out, my dick slapping heavily onto my stomach, hard and long past ready. When she leans down and takes me in her mouth, I choke back a hiss and pull her sweet lips to my face. She hums her approval around me, and I lose myself in her taste and the way she works me over.

I don’t think about the pain or what comes next or anything but the way she flutters against my tongue and the way I want to get lost in her forever.

When she starts coming, her whimpers against me egging me on, my orgasm threatens to barrel through me. I spread her wideand lick her until she’s limp against me. It takes supernatural effort to not lose my shit before I’ve satisfied her, but when her contractions on my tongue finally slow down, she doubles her efforts, her mouth hollowing out around me. She devours me and it is fucking earth-shattering.

I try to warn her I’m coming, but she doesn’t pull back. It’s so intense when I spill into her, when I feel her swallowing…I see fucking stars. She makes a hungry sound and I shoot another stream into her.

“Fuck, Tru,” I croak when I can finally speak coherently. “So fucking good.” I press my fingers to my eyes, my dick still twitching in her mouth. “I wish I could flip you over and fuck the sense out of both of us.”

Her mouth slides off of me with a pop and she laughs, turning to look back at me.

“I must’ve not gotten you good enough if you’re already thinking about more.”

“You got me so good, my vision still hasn’t fully returned. And I’m always thinking about more.” My fingers trail down her back as she carefully climbs off of me.

The pain in my leg screams out, as if to say,“How dare you forget about me, you filthy bastard?”

My hands and jaw reflexively fist, but I keep my face trained on her, determined not to let her see my pain. Not now when she already worries too much that she’s going to hurt me.

“We’re going to make up for lost time when you’re fully recovered,” she says, bending down to kiss me.

I grab onto her hair and tilt her head, deepening our kiss until we’re both breathless.

“I’m not waiting until I’m fully recovered to be inside you,” I tell her.

She lifts an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

She bites her bottom lip and I lean in and tug it from her teeth.

“That’s so,” I say, my hands cupping her tits. I lean in and swirl my tongue around those pretty tips and she inhales a shaky breath.

“Henley,” she whispers.

My dick jerks to life, ready for another round.

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