Page 106 of Hit Me With Your Best Shot

We’re frantic, now.

Heated.

I explore his flesh, hands skimming up his backside.

Down into the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging them down over his lean hips.

He gives me an assist.

Together, we move his briefs and now it’s my turn to be in charge, pushing at his chest so he’s on the couch, sitting with his legs spread.

I climb down off the couch…

Settle myself on the carpet, kneeling before him.

His eyes are glassed over already, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Austin…”

His cock is as stiff as a cock can be and he watches, mesmerized, as I lean forward to lick up his shaft.

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This is how I die…

With my dick in her mouth.

Without two brain cells to rub together.

Every nerve in my body is firing at once, a constant, overwhelming pulse of sensation that makes it impossible to do anything but feel.

And God, do I feel.

My head tilts back against the couch, my hands gripping the edge of the cushion as a loud groan slips out of me.

Guttural.

Austin sucks harder, taking me deeper.

I hear her choke and my cock rushes with more blood.

I have the urge to take her hair in my hands and pull, but I resist, keeping them at my side.

My hips want to thrust.

I resist that urge, too.

Fuck…

Oh fuck….

I want to marry this girl tomorrow.

How is she so good at this?

My pulse pounds in my ears, drowning out the music, the creak of the couch, even my own labored breaths as she sucks my dick.

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