Page 97 of Holiday Hire

I assert, "Now you're going to ride my face."

She freezes. "What?"

"You heard me, Pheebs. You're going to take your sweet, dripping-wet pussy and ride my face until you have nothing left."

She stares at me, speechless.

I tug my shirt off, roll onto my back, and pat my shoulders, ordering, "Get up here."

"Ummm..."

"Don't make me tell you twice, baby girl."

She caves, grabbing the top of the headboard and putting her knees next to my ears.

The scent of her arousal flares around me, more potent than when I was over her. I groan, wanting to suck every ounce of it out of her.

She doesn't move.

I squeeze her ass and order, "Now, move those gorgeous hips and show me how much you love riding my face."

She releases an anxious breath.

I press my thumb to her clit and slide my tongue around her hole.

She moans.

I grip her hip, rotating her over me until she's grinding without my help. I praise, "That's it, Pheebs. Ride me like a good little girl. Get nice and wet for your stallion."

She freezes, looking down at me, her eyes wide in question.

"You didn't think I'd tattoo something on me that wasn't true, did you?" I question.

She opens her mouth but nothing comes out.

I slap her ass.

She inhales sharply.

I warn, "This is an appetizer, baby girl. My stallion's going to make you come so hard all night, you're going to hurt in the morning." I push my tongue in and out of her while circling herclit with my thumb. I reach up and palm her breast, then tweak her nipple.

She breathes, "Alexander..."

My body's on fire, the sweat on my torso merging with hers. I lose my patience and latch my mouth onto her, not letting up.

Sounds I can't comprehend make my blood boil. Pre-cum seeps out of me. An earthquake shatters her, erupting over me, and she drowns me in her juice.

I'm sure I've died and gone to heaven. She's perfect, and if I could spend every moment making her react like this, I would.

She claims, "I-I can't take anymore!"

I grip her hip and argue, "You can." I don't let up.

She orgasms again, and when she comes down, I release her. Her breath's ragged, face scarlet, and her body glistens. She carefully moves off me and lies down.

I tug her into my arms and kiss the top of her head.

We don't say anything for a few moments. She looks up, then lifts her head. She sweetly kisses me, then intensifies it. She reaches for my belt buckle, but I grab her wrist.

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