Page 93 of Point of Contact

She slid to the floor, back to the wall as he leaned over her, arm braced above his head, chin tucked so he could watch as he fed his dick between her lips. Courtney swallowed him down eagerly as he slowly worked himself into the warm well of her mouth inch by inch, pulling back before pressing deeper, letting her get him wet and slick before sliding his palm to the back of her neck, holding tight as he slowly began fucking her face.

They'd done this just about every way possible, but this was the first time she was boxed in like this, so he was careful not to give her too much. He kept his movements shallow, but soon Courtney's hands came to his hips, gripping the open fabric of his pants to tug him deeper. She took more and more of him until he bumped the back of her throat.

Reed groaned. “Fuck, Princess. You could suck the soul right out of me, couldn’t you?”

Her cheeks hollowed, the suction of her mouth pulling him deeper as her eyes lifted to his, holding as he shuttled between her lips in increasingly erratic thrusts.

“That’s it. Good girl.” His voice was rough, breathing ragged as he dragged one thumb across her lower lip, feeling where it stretched around him. “Look at how much of me you can take.”

When she used her hold to pull him even deeper he lost it, balls pulling tight as the tension fisting the base of his spine shattered. He held her in place as he came, cock twitching against her tongue as he filled her smart mouth.

Courtney sucked in a breath when he pulled back, her wicked lips pulling into a smug smile as she wiped at the line of saliva glistening down her chin. “How’d I do?”

He hauled her up from the floor to pin her against the wall with his body. “You know damn well how you did, smartass.” He skimmed one hand down her side, reaching back to cup her ass before giving it a light slap. “It seems like we’re going to be doing a hell of a lot of camping.”

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