Page 113 of Passed Ball

I flip us again, putting her on her back and taking the toy from her hand. Slipping it between her legs on the lowest setting, I work it back inside her.

"Cross your ankles and hold there for me like a good girl while I fuck these perfect tits."

My cock is already weeping from everything leading up to this--finding her in my bed, the heated kisses and seeing her come. With her on her back, I straddle her hips. Watching her closely, I loop my hand under her back and around the waist. The toy is curved with some flex to it so it should hit her front wall with the movement, but I don't want to hurt her.

"Shit. Oh," she moans, dropping her head back as it shifts inside her.

I hold my cock, the grip on the base tight. "Spit on it. Make me good and messy." Her pupils dilate.

Watching her gather saliva in her mouth is so damn dirty I might come before I even get my present. Her gaze drops mine as she lets a thread of spit trickle from her mouth. Seeing it mix with the cum already leaking from my slit pulls another whimper from deep within my chest.

"That . . . I've never . . ." Her eyes flash back to mine and then drop to wear her spit rolls down my cock.

"Again." My voice is rough with need. "The sloppier, the better."

She shifts, leaning forward and letting another string of spit join the other, her thighs rubbing as the vibrator between her legs does its job.

"I love your cock. It's perfect. Thick and long. This vein . . ." She skims her finger up the plump line on the underside. "And my favorite thing is the way it's always so hard--ready for me." Her hand covers mine at the base as she lowers herself flat to the bed.

She hums and I imagine the pulsing toy has her floating right about now. It's enough to keep her body buzzing without tipping her over the edge.

"You good?"

"Very."

I take my dick back from her. "Not too good. When you come again, it'll be from my tongue."

That elicits a content little murmur that I take to mean she understands.

I scoot up the bed still in awe that she's not only letting me do this but enthusiastically onboard. I lower my head so that I'm closer to eye level with her letting spit gather behind the dam of my lips and slowly releasing it to coat her sternum.

"Push them together, nipples in," I instruct.

The first stroke through the valley of her breasts has me groaning out in relief. Her eyes flick from where I'm poking out her cleavage to my face and back again.

"Holy shit, Vivienne," I choke out.

I pull out, my dick rubbing over her nipples on the exit. "Oh." The exclamation floats out of her. "I didn't expect--mhmm."

"Yeah. Mhmm," I agree.

A smirk spreads across her lips as I drag slowly back through, using all the control I can muster. My hips pulse forward and she lifts her head, offering me her tongue.

"If you let me play with your mouth while I have your tits wrapped around my cock--fuck I'm in so much trouble."

She does it anyway, stretching her neck to wrap her lips around the head and sucking hard. I almost fold in half. There's a pop when she releases me and I pull back, tempting her with a shallow thrust.

"What kind of trouble?"

"The type where you end up with a mouthful of cum and no warning."

"And here I thought you promised me a necklace."

"I'd give you anything you ask for, sweetheart." Her mouth wraps around my head again and she suctions to it like she's trying to suck the soul out of me.

"So much trouble," I grit when she releases me. "You want a mouthful?" My hand collars her neck gently, not squeezing, just holding her as I thrust, keeping her from lifting to take me inside again.

She nods, wetting her lips.

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