Page 12 of Bloody Seven

"Oops." She giggles.

This feels natural, like we’ve known each other for much longer than a few hours. There's an underlying level of comfort between us that has me at ease. "You've been like this all night, and I'm just now finding out?"

"Maybe."

"Cupid, you've got me enchanted."

"Make me feel good, Corbin," she whines.

I blow onto her center, watching in awe as her body shivers from the light contact of my breath. My head leans forward, and I trail my tongue lightly along her pussy, making her gasp.

"Be a good boy for me. Give me more."

Hearing her calling me a good boy makes my cock painfully hard. At this point, I'll give her whatever she wants if she keeps calling me that. I don't know who this woman is or what kind of seductive spell she's put me under, but here we are.

I dive in, my tongue lapping at her pussy, and it's everything I imagined it would be. I start off slowly, trying to get a feel for what she likes and take in every single soft sound she makes while I try a few different techniques.

Finally, I find a rhythm that she goes feral over, and her hips begin to grind along on my face while my tongue strokes her clit. Her fingers grip my hair, and she pulls me closer, smashing my face against her.

"Just like that. Don't stop!" she cries out as I keep up my pace.

Her moans make me want to spend the entire night on my knees, getting her off time and time again so I can hear them on repeat. It's like music to my ears, more so when it’s my name.

Her fingers grip my hair tighter, making me wince, but I keep steady. After another moment, she jerks beneath me, forcing me to tighten my grip on her thighs to keep her in place as she chases her high.

"I'm coming!" she gasps as her hips buck up into my face again.

I look at her, in all her glory, as she finds her climax, and the hard demeanor she's been wearing for most of the night slips away, leaving a soft vulnerability that has me desperate for more.

Her fingers free themselves from my hair, and we lock eyes as her chest heaves up and down. She told me she wanted to take control, so I wait for her instruction, but the lengthy pause hasme wondering if she might want to call off anything further and go back to her hotel to sleep.

Her eyes darken, and her voice fills with lust. "Do that again."

It takes me less than a second to have my mouth back on her pussy, licking and sucking my way to those sweet sounds. This time, I add two fingers to aid the process, and she takes everything I give her. Before long, she's riding out another climax, and it's fucking beautiful.

"I want you to fuck me, Corbin," she says.

I rise from my knees and pull her off the bed before grabbing the sides of her face and kissing her deeply. As I get lost in the soft feel of her lips, her hand slides down to rub my cock over my slacks, surprising me.

Reaching around, I find the zipper of her dress and slide it off her, watching the rise and fall of her chest before it pools on the floor. Finally, I take in the sight of her, and realize she wasn't wearing a bra either.

The soft curve of her hips gives way to a smaller waist and the perfectly-sized breasts. I sweep her wavy black hair over her shoulder before leaning down to kiss her collarbone. Goose bumps spread across her skin, but she reaches out to stop me.

"If I have to be naked, so do you."

She pulls my shirt over my head, tossing it across the room. Immediately, I know what her eyes land on, and it’s not my tattoos. Several large scars cover my abdomen, prompting her to glide her hand over one of them.

"What happened?"

"It was a few years ago. It doesn't matter."

"Maybe it does." She studies the marks curiously.

"Poppy, do you really want to talk about my scars right now?"

"My rules, bagel boy. But I suppose you're right."

She unzips my pants before dragging them down with my boxer briefs in one swoop. My erect cock springs to attention,making her eyes widen. I mean, my dick is big, but it's not big enough to warrant someone having this kind of reaction.

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