Page 23 of Enraged

Teasing her, I tapped on her fully exposed, throbbing clit.

“Dak!”

“Don’t like that? What about this?” Using her own juices to guide my way, I traced the edge of her pulsating hot spot. She arched herself off the countertop, silently begging for more.

“God, I want to fuckin’ taste you.”

Aggressively and without warning, she grabbed my head and pressed it against her body.

If I’d ever sat back and imagined how incredible she would taste, it wouldn’t have even come close to the real thing.

As she held me in place, my tongue explored every inch that I could reach before landing on her pulsing center. She ground her pussy against my lips, my tongue tormenting her every step of the way.

Make her climb the fuckin’ walls, Dak.

Clamping my lips around her, I engulfed her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue as I sucked. She began trembling beneath me and I knew that she was close. She pulled my head away, releasing the suction, only to push it back down a moment later.

“Pl-Please don’t stop,” she stammered, never releasing the hold she had on the back of my neck.

She screamed, a deep, guttural scream, as her orgasm washed over her. I increased the pressure behind the suction I had on her clit.

“Dak, too much. I- I – too much!”

Oh no, baby, you said you wanted to climb walls.

Determined to send her spiraling, I kept sucking and flicking, the pulse from within her vibrating against my tongue. She writhed from the counter, her moans echoing off the walls. Almost immediately, a gush of warm, sweet liquid flooded my mouth, my chin, and the counter beneath her.

Never have I ever wondered if Lena was a squirter but in this moment, I don’t know how I ever lived without knowing it.

Jolene

Whatever that was… I’ve never felt that before.

“Are you okay?” He asked tentatively.

No, I’m not actually. I want to know why it’s not always like that.

“I’m okay. That was…,” I trailed off.

“That was what?” He questioned, arching an eyebrow at me.

I felt myself blushing.

“It was incredible,” I admitted sheepishly.

I avoided his gaze, but I could feel him smiling down at me. Goosebumps skittered across my sweat-sheened body.

“I’m happy to hear it. Let’s get you dressed,” he instructed, pulling me gently to the sitting position.

Um, I would like to play with the railroad tie that I felt under me in the hot tub.

Before I could hop off the countertop, he held up the sweatpants, rolling them from the hem so I could slide my leg in.

Ok, I guess I’m getting dressed.

After sliding his pants over my hips, I hopped down, the old hardwood floor as cold as ice beneath my feet.

“I’m gonna go to bed, Lena. Take the master bedroom,” he announced, starting down at the floor.

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