Page 64 of Sunshine & Sinful

“I take your cum, Colton, whenever I want. But first, I need those words. Give them to me.”

“I like you hurting me.”

“Where?”

“My cock.”

“Is this what you want?” I slap his angry erection, and he hisses the sexiest, “Yessss.”

“How about this?” I squeeze his balls until I’m afraid they’ll burst like ripe fruit.

Sunshine’s vigorous nod is adorable as a string of incoherent moans pours from his wet, chewed-up lips.

Leaning down, bending myself in half, I suck his cockhead into my mouth. The burst of clean and salt is addicting as I carefully bite and nibble his glans.

“Fuck!” His body gets stiff as a board, every muscle locking down tight. Thick ropes of cum explode from Sunshine’s cock into my awaiting mouth. I gobble up every drop, sucking him into the back of my throat, savoring the salty brine until he melts beneath me into a puddle of sated bliss.

Only then do I deliver a final kiss to his slit, hum in satisfaction when it offers me another pearl of cum, that I happily lick away, and climb back up my man’s body to kiss his fine mouth. Not missing a beat, Sunshine cups the back of my head and ravishes my lips, unlike anyone I’ve ever kissed before. It lasts forever, yet not long enough. It’s everything. It’s us.

When we finally detach, neither of us can breathe, and I’m a little drunk.

“Wow.” I collapse on his chest.

“Yeah. Wow.” He holds my head to his pec and kisses my forehead. “That was…”

“Amazing,” I answer for him.

An awkward laugh bursts from his chest. “You swallowed my cum.”

“Yeah. It was delicious.” I slurp loudly to lighten the mood, then revel in the taste that lingers in my mouth.

Sunshine huffs. “I’m not sure about that.”

“I am. So, hush.” I flick his nipple to cement my point, which elicits a groan from the man.

“Stop. You devil woman.”

“We don’t believe in the devil, Colton,” I tease.

“Fine,” he concedes with a light chuckle.

We rest for a few minutes, him drawing shapes across my back, me soaking in his warmth.

“That was fun,” I comment to make polite conversation. Alright, maybe not polite conversation. I want to talk about what just happened. I know he enjoyed it, but sometimes, the post-orgasm brain is not the same as the pre-orgasm brain, especially for men. One tends to wear rose-colored glasses, and you feel a lot different once those glasses come off and reality sets in.

Sunshine snorts an offbeat laugh, and his stomach vibrates beneath me. “That was… I don’t even know.” I sense his head shake.

“Good?” I offer.

“Not exactly.”

“Would you want to do it again?”

“Yes.”

That’s what I like to hear.

Proud of myself, I smile. “If I hurt you like that when we have sex, do you think you’d come?”

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