Page 32 of Twisted Ruck

"What is it about then?" I pressed. "Because something is clearly bothering you. Are you not getting enough orgasms?"

She laughed. "That is definitelynota problem I have."

"Are you sure?" I ran my hand over her flat stomach and down to the apex of her thighs. "Because I love nothing more than giving them to you."

Like she always did, she melted in my arms. I made a note to insist she tell me what was on her mind later. For now, there was only one thing on mine.

That was leaning her forward until she pressed her palms against the window and undoing the front of her jeans. I pulled them down her legs and her panties with them.

While she stepped out of them, I worked the buttons of her shirt loose and pulled it down of her shoulders. I unhooked her bra, and that went next, dropping to the floor.

If anyone looked up, or from across the road in Luchesi Tower, they'd see her in all her naked glory.

They'd see me kneel down behind her and spread her legs before sliding a couple of fingers deep into her. She was already nice and wet. I licked her ass cheek before biting down hard enough to make her squeal.

Smiling to myself, I bit her other cheek, then brushed my tongue over the bite, to soothe the pain. I wanted to leave my mark on her, but I wanted to take care of her too.

She wiggled her ass in my face, making me smile. She was so fucking sassy. Just for that, I bit her again. Her firm, round cheek was delicious.

I worked my fingers in and out of her, making her wetter. Enjoying the feeling of her tight muscles around my calloused fingers. If I could, I'd crawl up inside her and live there. Inside her soft, wet heat. I'd spend my days rubbing her G spot and making her come, over and over again.

For now, all I did was work her with my hand. Drive her to the edge of coming before slowing down, then driving her hard again.

I took her to the brink of coming once more, before sliding my fingers out and waiting until her breathing slowed.

She groaned in frustration. "Dallas…"

"Chels," I said in the same tone of voice, teasing her.

She let out a choked laugh. "You suck."

I chuckled. "When you put it that way." I stripped out of my pants and pulled her down to the floor with me, her legs straddling me, her pussy right above my face. Her mouth was right above my cock.

I gripped her hips and pulled her down so I could run my tongue up and down her wet seam. Her pussy was even more delicious than her ass.

She groaned and wrapped her mouth around my cock, sucking while grinding against my face.

It was my turn to moan. The woman's mouth was as perfect as her pussy. No one sucked me the way she did. No one ever would. She was it for me. She was mine and I was hers. There would never be anyone else. Not for me.

I held her above me, devouring her like she was my last meal. If I died with her riding my face, I'd die happy.

She moaned, long and low before coming hard on my mouth. Her whole body went still. She took her mouth off my cock and cried out as her release spilled from her pussy, over my chin and down my cheeks.

It was so fucking hot, I came the moment she latched her lips back around my cock. I couldn't help myself. My balls tightened and I exploded right into her mouth.

We both sagged, panting for a few moments before she turned her face and swallowed down my cum.

"Good girl," I said breathlessly. She was better than good. She was fucking amazing. "I love you."

She looked back at me for a moment and said, "I love you too."

That was the first time she said those words to me. They stole what breath was left in my body. Hearing them was better than having her come all over my face.

"I got you a little wet." She swung her leg off me and crawled over to lightly touch my face with the tips of her fingers. "I've never done that before."

I probably didn't need an ego boost, but hearing her say I made her squirt for the first time was better than seventeen Christmases all at once.

This woman.

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