Page 55 of T is for…

She was right there, the tower built and ready to fall.

Nathan pressed down on her belly at the same time he pulled back just enough to circle her clit with the pointed tip of his tongue.

Tara screamed, trying to arch up, but his splayed hand held her down. Below his palm, he felt her abdominal muscles flutter, while her pussy clenched, fresh moisture wetting his chin.

He tongued her through the orgasm until she whimpered “too much” while tugging on his hair.

Too much? No. Not enough.

Nathan licked her one last time, just to make sure this was his pussy to play with as he pleased. Tara jerked, gasping, then gasping again as he surged to his feet.

Her gaze fastened on his cock, which was embarrassingly wet with precome leaking from the tip. Tara looked soft and warm, her chest and cheeks lightly flushed, the faint indent marks from the tape still visible on her breasts.

He wanted to fuck her missionary so he could see her face, but his need to have her, to take her, demanded something harder.

“I need to fuck you hard.”

Her eyes fluttered closed. “Yes, Nathan.”

“Come here.”

Tara’s eyes opened, gaze flicking down to where he held his hands out to her. She curled her fingers over his palms and he yanked her to her feet.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, he tangled his hand in her dark hair and kissed her hard and fast. Her mouth parted, soft and submissive under the aggression of his kiss.

She relaxed against him, making little whimpery noises probably as a result of having her abused breasts mashed to his chest. He rubbed his cock against her soft belly, the friction good but not nearly enough.

Tara’s whimper became a gasp as he switched his hold to her upper arms, jerking her away from him.

Her eyes were wide and questioning. He wished he could give her a reassuring smile, but instead he spun her to face the bed.

Nathan gripped the back of her neck and bent her face down over the mattress.

Her spanked ass was full and lush, her dark hair spread out against the white comforter.

“Shit, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, stroking her from her thigh, up over her ass to her waist with one hand while the other worked his dick, spreading the precome along the shaft.

“Condom,” he said, more to himself than to her.

“I’m clean. I got tested two weeks ago,” Tara said softly, eyes closed as her cheek rested on the bed.

“You want me to fuck you bare?” His cock twitched in his hand and he squeezed the base to help hold himself back.

“I want you to fuck me, and at this point I’ll take whatever’s faster,” she countered. “But I’m saying you don’t need a condom if you’ve tested recently.”

“I have. I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too, and I can’t get pregnant.”

His throat was tight with arousal, too tight for him to reply. He wouldn’t have agreed to bareback with any other sub, hell, any other woman—especially their first time together.

But this was Tara.

Nathan grabbed her lower ass, pulling her cheeks and upper thighs apart to further expose her wet core. Angling his hips, he rubbed the tip of his cock through her slit, wetting himself with her arousal fluid.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart. Hot and wet and so fucking soft.”

He gripped his shaft so he could rub the head of his cock over her clit. Tara worked her hips with little jiggle movements. He was so turned on, and so sensitive because of it, that he could feel the tip of her clit rubbing right against his slit.

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