Page 120 of Born to Make You Smile

We went down a floor and eventually found our private room. The brooding interior was dark with charcoal walls and black leather furniture, which included a loveseat and a curved chaise designed to optimize sexual positions.

My entire body boomed with excitement when I imagined everything we could do here together. It was wild to think howmany people in this club were getting off at this very moment, fulfilling their deepest fantasies—sexual or otherwise.

Gavin reached behind my neck to undo the strap of my halter, and my bare breasts spilled out.

He let out a pleased moan and didn't waste any time cupping my breasts in his large hands, bringing his mouth down to consume them as if they were his oxygen.

“Your breasts are glorious,” he muttered between licks and kisses.

I gripped his neck. “Oh, Sir.Fuck.”

He sat down on the curved chaise and pulled me on top of him. He pushed his mouth on mine with desperation. His kiss felt new but familiar at the same time. His taste, his scent. The way he knew exactly how to command my body. Everything about him made me feral. We were a mess of limbs as I continued to grind on him, the fabric of our costumes swishing as we moved, finding our rhythm. The friction of his contained erection on my aching clit was so delicious, I could already feel myself spiraling.

He moved his mouth all over my exposed skin, kissing and nipping at my neck, down to my breasts. He sucked, then tugged and pulled at my nipples with his teeth. The sweet bite sent a sharp bolt of pleasure straight to my core.

“Sir,” I cried out, “I’m going to come.”

He thrust up, rubbing his cock against me. My entire body flushed with heat.

“Yes, my sensitive Peach. Come for me,” he said, kissing me with ferocity. I moaned into his mouth as my orgasm hit, the warm bliss running through every vein in my body.

“Get up now. Take out my cock.”

I still couldn’t believe we were doing this at X-PLORE. That I was actually here, with Gavin, taking out his big, beautiful cock.

“Put your mouth on me. I want you to suck me hard. Make me come, Peach.”

I nodded obediently. “Yes, Sir.”

His breath hitched the moment my lips met his crown. We locked eyes, and he flashed me a pleased grin. A rush of adrenaline coursed through me, a determination to pleasure him, to give him everything I could. With one hand, I held his shaft and used the other to stroke his thigh over his pants.

It was only a few minutes before his hips began to thrust forward. His cock pulsed in my mouth, and I knew he was close.

“When I come, you hold it in your mouth. Don't swallow yet,” he ordered. “I'll tell you when. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I continued to suck and lick. His face became tense, and his teeth clenched.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled as he started to come.

I looked up at him with adoration. At that moment, I was one with him. My limbs quivered, and I could feel his orgasm as if it was happening to me, his pleasure becoming my own, flowing through my body.

When he was drained, I moved my mouth away from him.

I almost swallowed on instinct but held everything he gave to me obediently.

“Open up,” he said, looking down at me. “I want to see.”

I followed his order, opening wide. He released a groan of approval. “Such a good Peach. You look so beautiful with a mouth full of my cum.”

It was becoming difficult to hold, and my chin trembled. I could feel some dripping down the side of my mouth.

“Okay now. Swallow,” he ordered, running his finger along my throat as I swallowed him down. “Very good.”

Before I could wipe my face, he pulled me up and pushed his mouth against mine, the remnants of his cum flowing between us as we kissed.

So fucking hot.

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