Page 32 of Cupid's Shot

“Give me these lips, sweetheart.”

“Okay, Cherub,” she sasses before wrapping her arms around my neck, and our tongues collide. The heat and intensity builds with every kiss. Lightly pulling my hair, she’s quickly making me hard. I squeeze her breast, then her hip. She starts grinding on my hardness, rocking back and forth. My hands continue exploring. I squeeze her ass, and we’re both breathing heavy. I pull her long brown hair, and she moans into my mouth.

As much as I want to rip her bra and underwear off of her body, we need to wait just a little bit longer.

“I want to feel how wet you are,” I breathe, sliding my hand down her side and playing with the material at her hip.

“Who says I’m wet?” she challenges.

I look in her eyes, trailing my finger along the pink fabric before diving in. I huff, feeling her. “Exactly.” Making slow circles on her clit with my thumb, I press two fingers inside of her. “Ride this hand. Show me how you’re going to fuck me later.”

“Aaron Olson,” she breathes. “You are naughty.”

“Be a good girl ... show me.”

“I hate how much I like it when you say that.”

“No you don’t,” I whisper in her ear, squeezing her ass with my available hand.

Sarah leans back, her hands gripping the back of my neck for leverage. Admiring her, I’m almost in disbelief watching her be completely in this moment with her eyes closed. Moving her hips in circles, she is fucking my hand just like I told her to. God she’s hot when she listens.

“That’s it, baby,” I encourage. “Fuck this hand.” She makes a small moan, and I love it. “Yes. I need to hear it. I need you to come."

Feeling her move up and down on my fingers, I am so turned on by how turned on she is. My thumb goes back to work on her clit, giving her extra sensation as she rides up and down. She whines, soft.

“Yes. Keep breathing. I want you to scream for me.”

“I’ve never done this before,” she pants. “I love it.”

I love everything about this beautiful woman straddling me, riding my fingers. I admire her body move. “You’re so sexy,” just escapes my lips. She is too sexy. So fucking hot.

Tilting her head back, she stops riding.

“Tired?” I ask, picking up her slack and doing the work for her, fucking her with my fingers and keeping firm pressure on her clit.

She huffs a laugh, then breathes, “I’m so close.”

I lightly wrap my hand around her neck, and Sarah reacts with a firm, “Yes. That.” I squeeze, smirking at how we both like being a little rough.

“Come for me, baby,” I whisper.

She moans, and I feel her pulse around my fingers. Taking them out, I lick them. “So sweet.”

She rolls her eyes, and I toss her back on the couch. “Please hold,” I tease, standing, having a very naughty idea pop into my head. “I’ll be right back.”

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“Where are you going?” I yell as I hear him walk up the stairs.

“One sec,” he calls over his shoulder.

I bury my hands in my face, reliving how I just rode Aaron Olson’s hand to orgasm. That was not on my 2025 Bingo Card. I giggle, loving it. I’m seriously loving every single thing about tonight so far.

“Oh my God!” I squeal, seeing him emerge with the angel wings on.

“Alexa, turn the lights red,” he says, and the entire room goes red. I laugh while admiring his body in just jeans.

“What’s in your hand?” I ask, seeing some kind of satin material.

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