Page 81 of Worth Every Risk

She moans, and one of her hands moves from my hip to between her thighs.

“Don’t touch yourself,” I command, with one more powerful thrust. “That pussy belongs to me.”

Her hand falls just as my orgasm breaks, and I pull her head towards me again, my dick vanishing between her lips.

“Oh fuck, fuuuuuuck.” I groan, letting a hot spurt of cum spray into the back of her throat. There’s so much of it, it feels like I’m ejaculating forever, but Aries takes it all.

My legs feel shaky as I let the last of my orgasm fade away. Aries swallows and eases back on my dick, swirling her tongue up the length and around the tip, licking up every last drop of cum, making me jerk as though each agonising swipe of her tongue is electric.

Then she sits back on her knees, her hands on her naked thighs. She looks like a vision from a Rubens’ painting, all that red hair flowing loose over her shoulders, and her soft curves.

“If you hadn’t drained me, I’d come all over those tits,” I say.

She laughs and wipes her mouth on the back of her hand before she brushes away the tears from her eyes with her fingertips.

“You all right?” I ask. Her throat must have taken a pounding. I feel a flash of guilt mingle with the post-orgasmic bliss that’s coursing through my body.

“I am.”

“Your lips are swollen…”

She sucks her bottom lip inward, biting down on it. “Worth it,” she whispers.

I take her in, waiting naked on the carpet. “You give head like a pro.”

“Like a pro, eh?”

I nod, pulling up my boxers and trousers.

She eyes me. “I can’t work out if that’s an insult or not.”

I sink to my knees and press my lips to hers, tasting the remnants ofmeon her mouth. “Compliment. The word you’re looking for is compliment. Now lie back.”

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ARIES

Matt gently presses my shoulders to the floor and eases my legs apart. I sink back onto the plush carpet, and he crawls between my legs where he stops to stare at my pussy.

The force of him fucking my mouth was more than I bargained for, but I’ve been able to open my gullet since I was a teenager. I trained myself to do it so I could beat the local boys at downing pints of water. A rather useless skill, except when you want to shock men in a pub by finishing beer quicker than they can. And giving great head.

Matt slides his finger through my slick pussy lips, eliciting a moan of pleasure.

“You’re dripping,” he says.

I shrug a shoulder against the carpet. “What can I say? My ridiculously hot boss just stuck his cock down my throat. I enjoyed it.”

He gives the slightest shake of the head as though he can’t believe what I just said. His eyelids lower a touch, and he smiles as he dips down and runs his tongue along my slit, lapping me up.

He moans against my entrance, heaving me towards him with both hands on my hips. “I’d fucking tie you up and leave you here for my pleasure if I could,” he says, chuckling against my clit. His breath is warm, like a teasing caress.

He grabs a cushion from the sofa and slides it under my bum. I’m going to ruin it, but if he doesn’t care, then I don’t either. I’m not about to stop him doing what he’s doing to save a piece of silk.

His thick tongue caresses my throbbing pussy, with long, tender sweeps that send sparks ricocheting in their wake. He drags my juices up to my clit, but he doesn’t stop there, instead continuing to lick me all the way up my stomach to my nipple. He flicks it with his tongue, then takes the whole thing in his mouth, giving it a sharp suck before raking his teeth over it.

A whimper of pleasure escapes through my teeth, and Matt slides two fingers into my wet pussy. I’m so slick there’s almost no resistance, and the sound of sucking wetness as he plunges in and out is obscene, but in the most delicious way. Filthy, yet so hot…

I grind against him and he licks all the way back down until he tugs my clit in his mouth, and then replaces his fingers with his tongue, spearing me with it, twisting it inside me, licking my walls.

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