Page 107 of Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Austin's hands skim up my thighs, her touch deliberately close to my balls, and my vision blurs for a second.

“Baby,” I rasp. “If you keep this up…”

I don’t even finish the sentence.

Her response is to grin about my cock as it fills her mouth.

The sight is so fucking hot—so fucking…

So…

The words are swallowed by another wave of sensation, my head tipping back as I fight to hold on to some semblance of control.

My thighs quake.

I try to still them, pelvis wanting to pump.

I moan again.

“Get on my lap.”

She shakes her head.

No.

“Please.”Let me fuck you…

She shakes her head again.

Jesus,please.

The wet heat, the pressure in my nutsack, the way she takes me deeper—it’s overwhelming, and I feel myself hurtling toward the edge, powerless to stop it.

“Let me fuck you,” I beg as my legs shake, every cell in my body about to rocket to the moon.

Arms behind my head.

I close my eyes.

Feel the cum shooting through my veins…

Austin sucks harder, fingers squeezing my balls.

I come.

Moan as I dump my load in her mouth…

…peel my eyes open to watch her swallow it.

She looks so fucking satisfied with herself as she moves away, leaning back on her haunches—my mind is a chaotic mess but one thing cuts through the haze with startling clarity: she’s perfect.

And I think I’m in love.

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austin

The one thing I cannot do is concentrate.

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