Page 117 of The Girlfriend Zone

I groan as I taste her sweetness. She’s slick and hot anddelicious. I flick my tongue around her clit, then suck on her.

Another needy moan falls on my ears and drives me on. I kiss her pussy more deeply. As I lap up all her arousal, she pants and moans, her fingers curling tighter around my skull.

I want her to be rough with me. I want her to use me for her pleasure. I wrench away, run a hand up her stomach, and meet her gaze for a hot, heady beat. “Pull on my hair, fuck my face, do whatever you want.”

She nibbles on the corner of her lips briefly, then turns her gaze longingly to the bed. Specifically, the pillows piled by the cushioned headboard.

I pop up in no time. “Let me revise that, sweetheart. Sit on my face right now and ride me.”

Her smile is wicked and wanton.

Soon, I’m stretched out on the covers and she’s straddling me, looking down right as I curl my hands around her hips.

“Use me like you did that toy on the video. Fuck my face even harder than the toy,” I tell her, then I jerk her pussy right to my mouth and groan.

“Miles,” she murmurs, half surprised, half protesting, but all blissed out.

Leighton doesn’t need much encouragement. As I grip the flesh of her hips, she rocks against my face. My eyes roll back in my head as she goes to town on me.

Rocking, groaning, fucking.

Lust roars through me, the temperature in me shooting higher.

She presses one hand against the cushioned headboard. The other finds my shoulder, and in no time, my woman’s seeking her rhythm on my face. She’s fearlessand unashamed as she rides my mouth. With every thrust, my cock jumps in my pants, aching with the need for her. But right now, this is all I want.

I’m coated in her wetness, my stubble soaked with her juices, my mouth devouring her sweet pussy. I let go of her hips to grab her ass.

She yelps out a long, feral “yes.”

I squeeze her cheeks, and she gasps, and then, I swear, I can feel her gush. She’s even more aroused from the rough way I knead her flesh. So as she fucks my face, I raise a hand, pause, then come down on her cheek with a hard swat.

“Oh god, yes,” she gasps.

My dick throbs as I raise my hand again and swat her once more, harder, firmer, louder.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants.

I suck on her clit, smack her ass, and urge her to fuck me the way she needs.

Her cries grow louder, needier, and then…shakier. And soon, she’s shaking, trembling and shouting that she’s close.

Then, she’s there, coming on me as I’m smothered in her, and there’s no place else I want to be.

Well, except inside her.

With my hands on her hips, I ease her off me. She’s all soft and pliant, melting into the moment like she’s boneless. It’s fantastic. “You’re like a noodle,” I tease.

“And you should take that as a compliment,” she fires back, rolling onto her side and settling into the bed, her voice warm and just a little breathless.

I smirk, climbing over her. “Oh, I do. Trust me, I do.”

Her eyes drop to my abs and then lower, lingering onmy slacks. Her lips curve into a slow, teasing smile. “Why are you still dressed?”

I arch a brow. “Do something about it.”

“Gladly,” she says, sitting up with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her hands are on me in an instant, working the zipper of my pants with determined precision. The angle’s awkward—because, well, real life—so I slide off her, shedding the rest of my clothes in one fluid motion once I stand at the side of the bed.

She doesn’t waste a second. She’s up on her knees, reaching out to help push my black boxer briefs down. When they fall, her eyes widen as my cock springs free.That look on her face? It’s everything. My ego soaks it up like sunlight.

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