Page 18 of Doozer

“Do whatever you want.”

She leaned in, running her tongue over the Burning Saints banner tattooed on my right pec. I was so blown away by the feeling, I let out a quiet hiss as I lifted her and dropped her gently on the lower bunk by the window, hiking her knees up and out as I pressed my face to her pussy.

She mewed quietly, sliding her fingers into my hair as I sucked her clit over the cotton of her panties. I took a second to peel them down her legs, then went right back to my task. She was already soaked, and I could smell her desire as I lapped at her folds.

Fuckin’ honey.

I slid two fingers inside of her, thrusting as I kissed my way up her body. She’d removed her bra, freeing her more than a handful tits, and I sucked a nipple into my mouth as I continued to prime her with my fingers.

“I want your dick,” she panted out and I grinned, kissing her mouth gently.

“You can have it in a second.”

I kissed her again and she bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. “I want your dick now.”

“You’re a fuckin’ tiger in the sack, huh?”

“You really don’t want to hear me roar, Doozer, so I’d get that rubber on,” she ordered, and my dick got harder.

If that was even possible at this juncture.

I knifed off the bed, removed my boxers, then grabbed a condom from my wallet, tearing the foil and rolling it on as she watched.

“I knew you’d be beautiful,” she breathed out.

I grinned, leaning over her, hovering my dick at her entrance. “You want gentle?”

“Did that bite on your lip make you think I wanted gentle?”

I slid into her and she hissed out, “Yes,” as I buried deep.

As I raised up slightly, I hit my head on the top bunk and she gasped. “Are you okay?”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “It’s all good. You’re not the only one who likes it hard.”

Trouble let out a girly laugh. “Feel like shifting?”

“Sure.” I slid out of her and gingerly stood up.

She inched off the bed, and made her way to the chair, bending down and anchoring her hands on each side, her pussy wet and ready.

I cleared my throat.

Jesus, I think I just died and went to heaven.

She glanced at me over her shoulder. “Don’t let me down.”

I stalked over to her, grabbing her hips as I slid into her gently.

“You good?” I asked, her pussy clenching around me.

“You talk too much,” she hissed, pressing back against me.

I grinned, rocking into her, before my teasing became too much even for me, and I had to fuck her.

Hard.

I slammed into her harder and harder, deeper and deeper, and then I felt her pussy contract around my dick, and I could no longer hold back my orgasm.

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