Page 50 of That's Too Pucking Bad

“Yes. Just like that, Remy. Fuck.” His eyes roll back as I move my hand over the ridges, and I can’t help but smile at the sound. It’s like music to my ears.

“Tighten your fist a little,” he instructs, and I do. He flexes into my grip, and I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face as I squeeze him again. More of his precum drips down his cock and onto my tight fist.

He groans as he pushes in and out of my fist. I love watching him lose control for me. I use my other hand to cup his balls, rolling them once. Then twice. His eyes watch me, little groans escaping his parted lips. A dribble of blood slides down his lower lip which his tongue darts out to swipe at.

His cock twitches. He is both hard and velvety soft. I want to taste him.

I need to. I feel myself grow slick between my legs.

“Can I put it in my mouth now?” I ask, a little breathless.

“JesusfuckingChrist Remy,” he groans, and I’m practically buzzing with delight. “I need your pussy in my face right fucking now. Come here.”

Climbing into his lap, I lean in, trying to take him into my mouth. It’s messier than I imagined, and I’m surprised when he tugs me by the hips, pulling me onto his face.

“Fuck,” I cry out, feeling him part me with his tongue. It’s overwhelming, sensations flooding me as he licks and teases.

He smacks my ass, the sting making me gasp. “Suck my dick, baby, but keep grinding against my tongue.”

I’m struggling to think as he’s taking me apart with his mouth. Every lick, every swirl makes me writhe, and my mind is a chaotic jumble of pleasure and desire.

“Zane, I can’t—” I gasp, trying to focus on his cock, but I choke, saliva dripping down my neck as I try to take him deeper.

“Just breathe,” he murmurs, the vibration of his voice sending shivers through me. “You’re doing so fucking good.”

I push myself to work him over, the heat between us building as I desperately try to keep my rhythm. It’s a race against time, and I can feel him pulling me closer and closer to the edge.

“Please,” I whimper, my body on fire, aching for release, but he doesn’t let up. His tongue is relentless, driving me mad as I choke again, tears of frustration mixing with my lust.

“Just a little longer,” he urges, his eyes locked on mine, filled with hunger. “It feels so fucking good, Rem.”

We go on and on, lost in the heat of the moment. I’m working my mouth over him, and he’s moaning my name like it’s a prayer. Suddenly, he’s gasping, “Remy, I’m—”

Before he finishes, he’s coming all over me, and it’s so much that I can barely keep it down. It spills over, and I choke, trying not to gag as I swallow what I can.

“Shit!” I manage, wiping the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand, a wild grin plastered across my face.

“God, you’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he growls, his breath hot against my skin. He holds me to his mouth, flickinghis tongue furiously, sending me over the edge. I can’t help but come, collapsing on top of him, my body shaking with aftershocks.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, stilling his movements as I tremble against him. “You’re incredible.”

I take a moment to catch my breath, feeling him beneath me, the heat radiating off his body. “What was that?” I laugh breathlessly, still buzzing from everything.

“That was... amazing,” he replies, his hands running up and down my back. “But we’re definitely doing that again, little slut.”

His words send a thrill down my spine as he flips me onto my back, climbing on top of me. His lips crash against mine, hungry and desperate. I can taste him still, and it makes my heart race again.

“Can we shower?” he asks, pulling back just enough to catch my gaze.

“I can’t move,” I say, half-laughing, half-serious. My limbs feel like jelly, and the thought of standing seems impossible.

He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Fine, I’ll handle it.”

He climbs off the bed, and I watch him walk away, the sight of his toned body making my stomach flutter. A few moments later, he’s back with a warm towel. “Here,” he says, cleaning me up with gentle hands. The warmth spreads over my skin, and I can’t help but smile up at him.

“You’re such a gentleman,” I tease, enjoying the attention.

“Only for you,” he replies, a smirk playing on his lips.

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