Page 26 of One Timer With A Wingman

“Can you trust me, Briar?”

“No,” she deadpans.

“I need you to, gorgeous. I want to give you lots of orgasms. I’m not going to stop after eating your pussy because I can’t wait to be buried so deep inside you that everyone in this hotel will hear you screaming my name.”

“Holy shit.” She licks her lips.

“Now lie back on the bed,” I say, tweaking both her nipples again. It clearly gets her hot and bothered.

She steps out of her dress, leaving her in a pair of cheeky, black lace panties.

My teeth bite into my lower lip. “Do you even get how beautiful you are?”

She climbs on the bed, giving me a view of her fine ass. I slowly unbutton my linen shirt.

“You like what you see?” I ask because it looks like there are two flames in the middle of her blue eyes.

“You know you’re a good-looking guy,” she states.

I laugh and pop the button on my jeans. I remove them, stumbling a bit because I am still far from sober. I keep my boxers on. I’m so hard I’m tenting inside them.

She squeezes her legs together, clearly needing relief. I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed, a very hungry man.

I tuck my hair behind my ears and then slowly spread her knees open. All the while I’m looking into her eyes. She has me under a spell and she doesn’t even know it.

I slowly remove her panties. “As hot as you look in these, I want to taste all of you.”

I spread kisses up her thigh and she squirms from my touch. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I use my fingers to spread her pussy lips. When my tongue makes contact with her tight bud, she bucks and moans. I flick my tongue along her clit back and forth, back and forth. Her moans get more intense as her pussy swells. Her hips begin to thrust against my tongue and she curses.

“That feels so good,” she mutters.

I insert a finger inside her, and she loses it. Her pussy is so hungry for my tongue. I move my tongue faster and feel her swell even more. She’s close now.

“It’s too much,” she cries out.

“Ride the wave, Buttercup.”

She tips over the edge but before she does, she says,“Aaron.” She holds on to my head as I pump her with my fingers and lick her sweet juices. She has quickly become my favorite snack.

When she comes down, she has a lazy sated smile.

“That was orgasm number two,” I state, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Have you always been an overachiever?” she asks playfully.

“I’m a winger, Briar, it’s a forward spot. I play first line. I didn’t get there by not being an overachiever.”

“I don’t know anything about hockey, but I get what you’re saying. Now I think it’s only fair I take care of you,” she says. Who am I to argue?

“What are you proposing?” I ask.

“I don’t think it’s fair that I’m naked and you’re not.”

“Easy fix,” I tell her, removing my boxers.

She moves to put her mouth on my cock and I stop her. Her lower lip pushes out. “I’ve been wanting inside you since that elevator ride,” I explain.

“Don’t expect a third orgasm. I’ve never orgasmed from penetration before,” she informs me, and hearing those words from her luscious mouth causes a bead of cum to escape my tip.

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