Page 81 of Love Without Control

“I’ll always take care ofmy wife,” he proclaimed a second before he buried his face in my pussy. Like,buriedit there, as if he were trying to crawl inside me, face-first.His tongue was a wicked machine, working overtime as he licked through me, over and over before teasing my entrance.

“Don’t stop,” I rasped, watching his dark head move between my thighs. It was such an erotic sight, and his soft beard added the perfect amount of scratchiness against my tender flesh.

“Baby girl,” he managed to mumble while still licking me, “I could tongue-fuck this sweetness all day long. Feel what you do to me.” He straddled my lower leg, allowing me to feel his massive erection.

My fingers found his hair, sinking into the long, silky strands as he rolled his tongue into a circular tube and pressed it into me. Then he unfurled it and began fucking me with it… fast, relentless darts of that firm muscle, feeling like he was touching every inch of my inner walls.

“Yesss,” I hissed, clutching his hair and lifting my hips from the floor. I was already primed and ready to come after all the pussy grinding and nipple play. All it would take was…

Dane pressed his thumb against my clit, rubbing with firm circles, and I exploded. Still piercing me with his tongue, he growled into me, the sound like a feral animal feasting on its kill.

I closed my eyes and imagined what he would look like on top of me, inside me, and the thought brought on another wave of pleasure. My fingers tightened in his hair, and I fucked his face like I owned the damn thing.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod,” I babbled, losing myself in the devastating sensations racking my body. Dane lapped at my sex as I floated back down out of the stratosphere of bliss.

He hummed, sounding content and satisfied, though I knew he wasn’t because his erection still laid hot and heavy against my leg. As my climax wound down, my clit became hypersensitive, and I closed my legs around his head because the man wasn’t showing any signs of stopping.

With his hands on my inner thighs, he pulled them open again, pinning them to the floor. “Not done with you yet, baby. Are you sensitive?”

Well, this obviously wasn’t his first rodeo. He seemed to have an intimate knowledge of how the female anatomy reacted to an orgasm.

“Yes,” I said, opening my eyes and realizing my head was almost beneath the Christmas tree. With a huge smile on my face, I stared up at the blue lights and white and silver ornaments, the decorations a dizzying backdrop to the kaleidoscope that was my vision.

Dane avoided my clit but didn’t remove his mouth from between my legs, instead biting and licking the outer lips of my pussy.

“That was fucking hot. You’re going to come on my face again,” he announced.

I looked down at him and lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, am I?”

He lifted his head and fixed me with a challenging glare. “Yeah. You are.” His lips glistened with my arousal and seeing that caused the tiniest of throbs to begin deep inside me.

“Well, if you insist,” I said, my chest still heaving. “Can I catch my breath first?”

His laugh was low and taunting. “Oh, I don’t think so. I’m too hungry.”

Then he lowered his head, diving back in. Dane took his time this time, eating me slowly, edging me, using his fingers and his mouth until I was begging him for my release. Which he kindly provided with two fingers inside me and his lips wrapped around my clit.

“Holy shit, you’re good at that,” I panted, smoothing his mussed hair with my fingers.

Dane crawled up my body and kissed me deeply, smearing my wetness all over my lower face before pulling back with a slight frown. “Does it bother you with me on top of you? Make you feel trapped or anything?”

Though he was a hulking presence over me, it surprisingly didn’t affect me. Not in any negative way. “No, I’m all good.” I reached down to cup his cock through his pants, and it jerked in my palm. “Though it feels like you’re not.”

“I’m about to fucking come in my pants,” he admitted with a wry grin. “The taste of you has me ready to blow.”

“Do you want me to… touch you again?”

He glanced down between us where one of his hands was cupping my breast. “Would you let me fuck these sweet titties?”

I blushed to the roots of my hair. “You and your filthy mouth,” I said with a mock glare. “I’ve never done that before, but I’m open to trying new things.”

Five seconds later, he was totally naked and straddling my body, his big hand fisting that gorgeous cock with long, hard strokes. Releasing himself, he held out his hand beneath my chin. “Spit,” he ordered. My eyes widened, but I did as he asked. His voice was a soft croon. “Good girl.” I could have come again just from the visual of him and his words of praise.

Coating his dick with my saliva, he groaned as I ran my hands over his abs and chest, loving the soft sprinkling of dark hair beneath my fingertips.

“This isn’t going to take long,” Dane said with a barely restrained voice. “Hold your tits together for me.”

He laid his erection between my boobs, and I pressed them together around him. “Feel good?” I asked, and he nodded.

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