Page 51 of Take the Bait

Her eyes went wide with mischief and lust and anticipation.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he barely recognized his own voice. It came out as more of a croak.

She slowly unzipped her jeans, lifting her ass off the bed so she could tug them down her legs. Goosebumps rose over her legs, from the cold or the desire, he didn’t know. Slowly—so fucking slowly—she unstrapped her bra and pulled it off, revealing tits he’d been fantasizing about for weeks while fisting his dick. She took off her panties and went to throw them off the bed, but grabbed them from her.

“These are mine now,” he said, bunching them in one hand and inhaling the scent of her.

So. Fucking. Good.

He wanted to bottle up her scent.

“Turn around,” he ordered her. “Lay down so your head is off the bed.”

She did as he asked as he took off his boxers.

“Open your mouth,” he said, but she already had. Her lips eagerly awaited his erect cock.

Hanna moaned as she sucked him into her mouth, and he grunted, forcing himself not to immediately spill down her throat. Instead, he bent over her splayed out body and brought his lips to her clit. She whimpered, faltering for a moment as she realized what he intended to do.

He laughed against her sex, loving the way it felt to take her off guard—loving how messy and frantic and heady her blow job felt now that he was building her to orgasm.

“You’re the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” he said, curling two fingers inside her as he brought his mouth back to her clit, circling it with his tongue in steady strokes.

She began to flutter against his fingers, crying out with his dick in her mouth, and a rush of satisfaction coursed through him at knowing her orgasm was building—that she’d be coming so fast.

He pressed his tongue firmly against that bead of nerves and felt her body shake in a powerful orgasm, and he didn’t remove his mouth or fingers until a few moments later when it had completely passed.

Lifting his head up, he tugged his cock out of her mouth, streams of saliva pouring from her lips.

“I need to be inside you,” he said, walking around the bed and tugging her across it, then flipping her over and positioning her ass in the air.

“Want me to use a condom?” He asked, looking for his suitcase so he could quickly grab one if needed.

“Fuck no,” she moaned, still delirious with pleasure. “I’m on the pill. Fuck me raw.Please.”

His cock twitched.

“Fuck, Hanna.” He groaned, pushing his dick into her, tugging her ass up higher so he could get that perfect angle where?—

Yes, right there,he thought as he sunk into her.

They moaned simultaneously, and he lost all sense of time and place.

“So—” thrust— “fucking—” thrust— “perfect.”

“Tucker,please.”

He picked up the pace—deeper, harder, faster. God, but she felt so tight, so good. Masturbating to memories of them together could never compare to the feeling of her tight cunt.

“Not gonna last,” he grunted. “Need you to come.”

She moaned. “I’m?—”

Her body spasmed again, and he followed right after her with a barely-stifled shout, in an orgasm that felt like it went on forever. Even when he was done, he couldn’t help but keep thrusting into her, soaking up every last bit of her tight pussy, before he collapsed next to her on the bed.

She snuggled up closer to him, her naked body clinging to his as she burrowed her nose into his neck and inhaled.

“I love you,” he whispered.

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