Page 15 of Play It Sinful

He keeps licking, sucking, and playing with my clit while my body trembles from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I don’t want the sensation to stop...ever. But eventually, I come down from the high and have to catch my breath.

“That was beautiful,” he says.

I laugh. “It was amazing.”

“It doesn’t need to be over yet.” He sounds hopeful.

Oh dear. Does he think I’d let him go down on me then just hang him out to dry? I lean on my elbows so I can see his face. “It’d better not be over. I’m not done with you yet. Now take off your clothes, please.”

He eases onto the backs of his legs. “Only if you take yours off too.”

I smirk. “Are you afraid I’m going to run off with your stuff?”

Shaking his head, he chuckles. “I wasn’t, but should I be?”

I sit up and pull my dress off. When his gaze drops to my breasts, I grin. What’s up with boys and boobs?

“You aren’t moving,” I point out, breaking through his daze.

He shakes his head, then jumps from the couch and gets rid of his clothes in record time. It’s almost too fast for me to truly appreciate the beauty that is his body. He’s like a marble statue, carved to perfection. I scooch closer, and his massive cock isright therein front of me—all those veins bulging around his thick shaft, and the velvety soft head, begging to be sucked and licked.

“Hold on. I need to grab a condom.” He begins to turn.

“Wait. Let me have a taste first.”

Keeping my eyes locked with his, I curl my fingers around the base of his dick and slowly bring it to my mouth. He sucks in a breath, tensing his abs when I slowly lick his head, tasting the saltiness of his arousal. He runs his fingers through my hair, a caress that sends thrills of desire down my spine.

I swallow his length slowly until it reaches the back of my throat, then ease back until only the head is in my mouth.

He grunts as he grips a lock of my hair. “Fuck!”

I’d smile if my mouth wasn’t occupied. I keep working him, hollowing my cheeks to really taste him. His grip on my hair increases, and for a second, I believe he’s going to take over and fuck my mouth. But he pulls out instead. “I want to come in your tight pussy, gorgeous.”

Damn it. I love a dirty-talking man. “Okay.”

He bends over and grabs a condom from his pants. My clit is throbbing in anticipation, and I’m afraid I’ll have another orgasm just from watching him—which wouldn’t be bad, really.

Condom in place, he nudges me back on the couch and spreads my legs as he settles on top of me. His cock presses against my belly while he kisses me unhurriedly. With each stroke of his tongue, I melt more into him. He’s a stranger, but I’ve never felt more at ease. It’s like I’ve known him for years. I touch his face, then I run my fingers down his back. He feels like a dream, and I don’t want to wake up.

He eases back, lifting my hips as he kneels on the couch. He’s so strong that he can hold me in that position using only one arm. With his free hand, he grips his cock and slides it to my entrance, teasing my clit on the way. I whimper.

“You’re so wet for me, gorgeous. I can’t wait to fuck your tight pussy.”

“Less talking... more action,” I breathe out.

“As you wish.” He thrusts his hips forward, spearing me in one swift move.

I gasp, thanking the stars I’m so slick. He’s stretching me to the max, and it’s glorious.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yep.”

“Good.” He smiles, and then, holding me by the hips, he starts to move in earnest.

I wish I could touch him, but I can’t find the will to complain when his dick feels amazing at this angle. I don’t come often during intercourse, but tendrils of another cosmic orgasm are already wrapping around the base of my spine. The tension is building, making me tingle all over.

“You take me so well, gorgeous,” he rasps. “Your pussy was made for my cock.”

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