Page 45 of Sing Your Heart Out

He kisses my bellybutton, my hips, the very top of my pubic mound. I cried out at that, my hips jerking, my pussy soaking wet.

“Smith, yes,” I groan. “All yours.”

He moves back up my body, kissing me savagely. I shiver when he pulls my thighs apart.

“Take this off,” I insist, tugging at his shirt.

He complies, showing me a wealth of honed, muscular flesh. I run my hands over the broad expanse of his back, raking my nails across it.

We kiss again. He touches my inner thigh, caressing his way inward. His fingers brush my pussy, just as his tongue strokes mine in long, hard sweeps.

I buck against his touch, moaning lowly.

He finds my core and slides two fingers deep inside. We both groan as he finger fucks me hard and slow, taking his time in possessing me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he gasps as I started to clamp down on his fingers.

“Yes! Yes!” I encourage him. I kiss and suck on his neck, knowing full well that I am going to leave marks.

He works his fingers in and out, flexing them in a beckoning gesture. Normally fingering didn’t do it for me, but I think I might cum just from the filthy look on his face, the way he bites his lip and watches my tits bounce.

He shifts in place. I feel his jeans scrape against my inner thighs. I love everything Smith is doing to me, but I want more.Needmore.

“Take your pants off,” I say, trying not to sound as breathless as I feel. “I want you inside me.”

He withdraws his fingers and picks me up, carrying me to the couch. He sets me down, unbuttoning his jeans, then he hesitates.

“Now,” I beg him. I pull at his jeans, pleading. “Right fucking now.”

He strips off his jeans and boxers, then gets on the couch, hovering over me. I reach up and pull at him, needing him desperately. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer.

Smith takes a half a second to position his cock at my entrance. I am more than prepared, slick and ready with my excitement.

He enters me with a long, hard thrust, and we both cry out at the sensation. It feels so good, him inside of me, stretching me, making me heavy and full.

He grabs my hand and pins it up over my head, knotting our fingers together. I grab his face with my free hand and kiss him, frenzied, as he begins to move within me. He hits all the right spots, withdrawing and thrusting over and over again, until my eyes roll back in my head.

I come suddenly, spontaneously, clutching myself to him with a desperate kind of passion. He comes, shouting my name to the heavens, gripping my hand so hard that it’ll be bruised.

She reaches for me immediately. I stall her, frustrating her.

“Please?” she asks.

He smiled at her. “Good manners are hard to find,” he says. “Please, what?”

“Please let me have your cock,” she says. She reached for him with her other hand, but he caught it, too.

“I don’t know,” he says. “What do you want to do with it?”

“You’ll see,” she purred. “Please.” Sarah leaned forward and took his tip between her lips. Smith couldn’t resist anymore. He dropped her wrists and combed her hair back with his fingers so he could watch. Those lips he’d dreamed of for the past two weeks were finally on him and felt better than he’d hoped.

Sarah licked the full length of his shaft and sucked gently on his tip. With her hand at his base, she took him slowly all the way to the back of her throat. “Jesus,” Smith says, but he resisted the urge to hold her head.

She made satisfied little sounds in the back of her throat as she licked and sucked. “You’re going to make me come,” he says, his fingers twisted in her long hair.

Sarah released him. “Come in me,” she says as she stroked him with a hand slick with saliva.

“What?”

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