Page 107 of Tips and Trysts

Within a blink, I’m undoing my pants and she’s thrashing beneath me, pretending to struggle but clearly rubbing her naked pussy against my jeans.

“Open,” I order, kneeling over her face. I hold out my cock, dragging my piercing over her chin.

“Go fuck your own face,” she throws back in challenge.

“Can’t. Won’t. That’s why I have yours,” I reply before I slap my cock against her cheek. Again. And again. When she opens her mouth to gasp, I work my dick in between her lips. “That’s why I pay you.”

Cora sucks my cock the way only she can—with equal parts disdain and devotion. She takes all of me, lets my piercing hit the back of her throat, and she does it while she groans—while she runs her hands along my thighs, caressing me over denim.

“So pretty,” I mutter. “The prettiest thing I know. Letting me cock slap you and face fuck you in the dirt? You’re a sick, pretty thing.”

She swallows me down, spurring me, opening that throat I love. The feeling of her lips is hot salvation as usual, and my orgasm emerges so abruptly that it makes my stomach flip. She takes all of my release in her mouth, every last drop, never breaking the suction.

The moment I’m done, Cora shoves me off her with both hands and I go willingly. I’m bigger than her, but I’m so willingthat it’s not even funny. Naked, she climbs over me, and her eyes bore into mine.

She shoves my undershirt up, exposing my body. Her hands are claws and they scrape the planes of my abdomen before she positions herself on top of my bare chest with her knees pinning my unbuttoned flannel shirt into the ground. With her pussy resting right on my abdomen, glistening and pierced and ready, she looms over me.

I’m transfixed as the sunset fades into twilight behind her. The faint illumination of the passing sun haloes her, peeking through the strands of her dark hair. She’s glowing—powerful and otherworldly like a deity to whom I’d willingly tithe every cent to my name.God, I am so in love,I realize.I’m so utterly and completely in love with this woman.

Cora—my Cora—raises her hand and taps the tip of one long black fingernail against my lower lip. I open my mouth immediately.

She leans further, pressing her naked body against my bare chest as she hovers her face over mine.

And she spits in my mouth.

I take it all—no uncertainty. My own cum. Her spit. She doesn’t even have to order me; I just do it. When I swallow, it’s with her small hand wrapped around my neck, her thumb caressing my Adam’s apple, and the words, “You’re such a slut for it, Everett Logan,” leaving her lips.

I’ve never done foreplay like this before. And yes, this is foreplay—because my next move is to push her onto my cock. I’m ready—I mean, I’ve been hard for the better part of a year—and I take her from below.

She lets me.

Cora throws her head back, and I grunt beneath her like an animal in heat. My fingers dig into her pristine skin, bruisingand ferocious, and when I realize how roughly I’m handling her, I squeeze even harder. Shemoans.

“I want you to fuck me into pieces,” she tells me, stumbling over the words and gasping around the end of her sentence.

I do. I rail her until my body is aching and we’re both filthy with sweat and dirt, but I don’t stop—not until she gets what she needs. “Ride it,” I order. “You degraded yourself to get it, so use my cock.”

She raises and lowers herself, bouncing her perfect body on me and meeting every harried thrust of my pelvis.

“Amazing,” I praise her. “Imagine living with such a desperate, hungry cunt. Tell me what you want in that cunt.”

She palms her tits while she says, “Your pierced cock.”

“Such a greedy whore,” I grit. “You need to be full of cock?”

“Yes,” she manages, and the word is so wispy that I know she’s close. Her head tips back, her hair touches my thighs, and I want all of her.

“Up,” I order, slapping my hand against her bare ass cheek.

Eager, she turns around and takes it upon herself to work my jeans down to my boots. And when enough of my skin is showing to her satisfaction, Cora lowers herself back onto my cock.

“There it is,” I say, working against a groan while thrusting again. “You can take it. You always do.”

“Break me open. I want it.” When she looks at me over her shoulder, I’ve never witnessed an obscener sight in my life. She’s sucking on her fingertips, eyes hooded, wanton and lost to pleasure. She turns around again, and I feel it—her hand sliding between my legs and her fingers against my asshole. She plunges in.

Holy shit.

Cora fingers my asshole while she rides me, and the sensation is unreal. I’m not a religious man, but I’m certain the mostpowerful deity in the universe is the god of anal play—and Cora may be the messiah.

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