Page 71 of Fool Me Once

He bites my ass cheek, pulling the flesh between his teeth, just before he lets go and flicks his tongue into my ass. I’m scared—and not entirely sure that this is something I’m into. I can’t stop him though. I’m too turned on, and deep down, I don’t want him to stop. Not at all.

He wraps his hands around my waist and moves my body back and forth, driving his tongue deeper inside of me. Dropping one hand down, he brings his thumb to my heat and rubs it against my clit, and I’m done.

“Smith,” I cry out against the bedding just as he moves his mouth to my pussy and his tongue slips inside. “Smith … I—” I can’t even choke the words out, and there’s no point. I can’t stop this orgasm from coming.

My entire body feels like it’s been dipped in warm, soft sand that prickles my skin and makes my brain go numb. I forget how to talk. How to think.

I’m surprised I even remember how to breathe.

My loud moans are muffled by the comforter against my lips, and my body grows weaker as the warm, sandy feeling slowly dissipates.

Pulling his head back, he kisses my back. “God, I missed feeling your pussy squeeze my tongue.” He gives my ass a slight spank. “Roll over, baby. Time for you to show me how much you’ve missed this cock.”

With her on her back and her beautiful tits on full display, I climb on top of her. My cock drips, so ready to fuck her throat that I can’t think straight. Her long brown hair is a tousled mess against the pillow, and her lips are parted wide and ready for me.

I run my hand over the top of her head and through her hair. “Ready to suck on my dick, baby?”

She doesn’t bat an eyelash, but instead licks her lips and nods.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Please, Smith.”

“Please what?” I continue running my hand over her hair, but tug a little harder now. “Be more specific, Firefly. I need to know what it is you’re asking from me.”

“Fuck my mouth,” she hisses, squirming under me needily. “Please.”

I skim my hand down her cheek, smirking at her. “Well, since you asked nicely, baby.”

Bringing my cock to her mouth, I drag the tip over her lips, groaning when her tongue pokes out, giving it a lick.

I thrust in only a few inches at first before pulling back out and going back in, this time deeper and hitting the back of her throat with force.

“That’s it, my good girl,” I somehow coo through my painfully hard cock being sucked by this absolute goddess. “You can take me; I know you can.”

She leans her head up the slightest bit, edging me deeper into her throat, and I rock my hips back and forth, almost a fucking goner because her wet mouth feels so fucking good on my dick.

Another minute or two of her lips wrapped around my cock, and I’m going to be coming down her throat, so I pull out and move back down her body.

“I need to fuck this pussy, Gem,” I growl, parting her legs and running my fingers over her heat. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” she breathes out instantly.

I nudge the head of my cock into her entrance, slow at first, until she wraps her legs around my waist, silently demanding me to go deeper. I thrust my hips against hers, and she cries out the most delicious fucking moan. Her legs tighten around my waist, and her nails dig into my back.

I thrust harder, picking up my pace and burying my face into her neck. “Feels so fucking good,” I grunt. “Your pussy takes my cock so well, baby.”

I don’t hold back as I pound into her small body, pushing her frame deeper into the mattress with every thrust of my hips. It’s been too long since I’ve been buried inside of her, and I count my lucky fucking stars when her pussy starts to convulse around me because my balls are already tingling and my dick is ready to fucking blow.

Rearing my head back, I stare at her while we both come. Her nostrils flare, and her eyes flutter the slightest, but her blue eyes stay on mine.

It doesn’t feel like it has the other times since she’s been back. Those times, I knew she was using sex as an escape from her reality. Right now, she’s here because she wants to be. She’s mentally present, and that’s pretty fucking special to me.

“I love you,” I manage to grunt as my hips continue to smash into hers just before my body begins to tremble.

“I love you,” she says, gasping for air. “So much.”

“Idon’t want to go to practice,” I groan, pulling Gemma’s body against mine even though I know it’s a bad idea.

In the past fifteen-plus hours, aside from stopping to take short naps, feed, and let Storm out, we haven’t gotten out of bed.

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