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Nimble fingers find my belt buckle. The metal clanks loudly, joining our uneven breaths. Cool air brushes against my lower stomach as she parts the denim and shoves the material down my hips.

“Holy...” I groan, the speed of things catching me off guard. Before I can get my bearings, gravity takes my boxer briefs and jeans to my ankles.

Isla finds her knees a second later.

She wraps a sturdy fist around my cock, pumping me from root to tip. My hips jerk forward. A second later, her hot mouth engulfs the crown.

“Fuck, starshine, your mouth feels incredible.”

I tip my chin skyward, the back of my head hitting the wall behind me with a thud. The pain doesn’t register, lost in the pleasure of Isla’s tongue running up and down my cock.

She works me over, her hand and her mouth dueling sensations. My fingertips press into the wall for support. For a moment, my eyes close as I drown in the absolute pleasure she wrings from my body.

She traces a thick vein running along my shaft with her tongue. As her mouth slips lower, she jacks my cock. The heat of her warm breath fans across my balls. She flattens her tongue, licking a broad stripe across them before sucking one into her mouth.

“You feel so good, oh my god, baby, you’re going to make me come.”

She practically mewls from her position on the floor. My eyes pop open at the sound, finding her beautiful gaze staring trustingly at me. With her eyes locked on mine, she licks her way back to the tip before sucking me down her throat. Despite my size, she takes all of me.

“Jesus,” I gasp, threading my fingers through the hair on the sides of her head, messing up her ponytail. Molten pleasure curls at the base of my spine as she expertly brings me close. “You like this cock?”

Isla moans, the vibrations reverberating down my shaft. “Mhm.”

“Fuck. You like sucking my cock? You want it down your throat?”

She pulls off with a wet sound, and wipes off her chin. “I want you to fuck it.”

“You want me to fuck your throat?” I practically growl, tightening my fingers in her hair.

“Please, Aiden. Make me choke.”

“My dirty girl,” I croon. “Open wide so I can fuck that pretty mouth.”

Opening and tilting her chin, she guides me back inside. Her tongue lies flat, stimulating the underside with every sharp thrust. The buildup is minimal. She already has me so close that I could blow in a few strokes, but I hang on to give my girl exactly what she wants.

The first few thrusts are choppy as I adjust to the new sensation. She keeps her gaze on mine as I slip deeper, feeling her muscles contract around my cock. I grip her tight. Hold her head in place and use her like she wants. Like she begged for.

“You’re so beautiful like this. Love the way your lips look around my cock,” I praise, swiping the hair off her forehead. “You take me so well, baby. I’m almost there.”

I drag her off, giving her a breath of air. I trace her swollen lips with my tip. “Where do you want me to come?”

“My mouth,” she pants, licking her lips.

“You want to swallow?”

“Every drop.”

I rub my thumb along the curve of her flushed cheek. “You’re a dream come true.”

Her amber eyes soften at the praise.

“Pull your tits out for me, baby. I want to watch them bounce.”

We part only long enough for her to drag her sweatshirt over her head. While she does, I yank my long-sleeved Henley off and toss it to the floor. She reaches out and with a fingertip, traces the grooves of my abs. My muscles contract beneath her featherlight touch.

I jack myself twice, then plunge back inside her willing mouth, groaning as her lips close. The force of me taking her mouth sends her tits rippling with every thrust. The tight, red nipples begging for my touch. I reach down and catch one between my middle and index finger, pinching the sides as I rub the tip with my thumb.

She whimpers around my shaft, and grinds her hips downward, her own neediness making itself known.

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