Page 135 of Dozer

Long leisurely strokes of his tongue with mine matched the slow and lingering rhythm of his cock, grinding deep into me and gliding out.

My back arched and my eyes closed as he consumed me.

“Look at me, Pip.”

I was drowning in the pained look in his eyes. I worried the same uncertainty reflected in mine. Fear licked at the corner of my mind, fear that I wouldn’t be able to forget, fear that the demon had ruined me…that I wouldn’t be able to come.

I gripped his ass, my fingers digging into him, urging him deeper, aching for more as he moved inside me. I leaned up and bit his lip, provoking his possessiveness.

“Fuck me, Dozer. Fuck me because I’m yours. Make me come. Please, make me come.”

He roared, grabbed my thighs, spread me wide, and hammered into me. I moaned, writhing on the bed as he reared back and watched his cock, slick with my cream, thrust in and out of my body.

He felt so good. “Oh god.” I gasped as my core clenched. Tears filled my eyes as my body triumphed at the dark pleasure he rained over me. I moaned as I came in a heady explosion of waves, spasms, curses, and cream.

“Fuck.” Dozer grunted, slammed hard, and came. The first hot pulses bathed my channel, then he reared back, fisted his cock, and finished, painting my belly and breasts with hot, thick ropes of cum.

I ran my fingers through his cream, smearing his scent into my flesh. I stared into his eyes and licked my fingers, desperate for his taste on my tongue.

With a heavy sigh, he collapsed onto me, his inked chest crushing my breasts. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his mouth found mine.

He kissed me, a slow drugging possession.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered, sliding his lips along my neck. He latched onto me where my neck met my shoulder and sucked. Hard. He nipped and kissed his way across my chest.

His mouth closed over my breast. Firm suction pulled the nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the edge.

I whimpered, and he bit me, then laved the sting with wet, velvety swipes of his tongue.

My clit tingled, pressure and warmth pooling low in my belly.

He sucked my breast the way he did my neck, leaving a trail of marks along my flesh. More kisses trailed across my belly.

With each kiss, each hard suck, he left a map of his travels over my body.

My breathing grew shallow as he pressed his lips to my pelvis. My pulse fluttered in my chest.

I waited. My chest constricted. His breath puffed against my wet folds. Shivers chased along my spine, and my nipples ached.

The sheet crumbled in my fist, and my body tensed with bated breath. I could barely speak words, desperate to have his mouth on me, to chase the last ghost from our bed. I wasn’t fine, wasn’t fucking insecure, numb, or empty. I was hopelessly lost in my love for this man.

I cried out as he finally licked me.

A soft growl rolled from him as he swirled his tongue inside me. “Fuck, you taste like me, baby.”

He lapped my folds and sucked my clit. His tongue was everywhere, tasting, devouring my pussy. He gripped my thighs, and his tongue delved into me, teasing my opening, and flicking into my hot aching center, still wet with my cum and his.

My orgasm erupted without warning. One moment I was being pulled along on a fluid current of delicious sensations, my mind and body both rushing toward release and falling into the warm rapturouswaters of pleasure. Then the harsh blinding rapids crashed over me.

I gasped for breath, but body tight, and my core clenching in an unrelenting release. “Dozer,” I cried his name as my fingers knotted in the sheets and my hips bucked against his mouth.

He didn’t relent, continuing to lash at my folds until the final spasm ebbed and the tension flowed from my muscles, relaxing back into the bed.

Then he was there, gathering me into his muscular arms with his warm body surrounding me.

I’d had two choices, to jump or be shoved. I’d jumped because I loved him. And when I fell, he was there to catch me. I knew he’d never let me fall alone because he loved me.

Dozer

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