Page 88 of Black Sheep

“Take me in your mouth. Suck me,” I croak, barely recognizing my own voice.

Her hand closes over me. Tentative at first, it turns bolder when a thick groan rocks me. Slowly, torturously, she strokes upward, drawing more of my need to my crown. She seems fascinated by that drop of pre-cum. All I want is to feel her tongue taste it. “Now, Cleo.”

Doe eyes sweep up my pecs to my face and hold my gaze. Then she brings me inch by excruciating inch to her mouth. She knows the power she has over me. And she wields it mercilessly. The first sweep of her tongue catapults me to heaven. The second plunges me to hell because it’s not enough. My fingers claw into her hair, cradle her scalp. “More!”

Still she teases. Flicks and nips, up and down my shaft. My thighs tremble with the ferocity of need pounding through me.

“Goddammit, Cleo, suck me.” I don’t care that I’m pleading. All I want is to be in her mouth, her body.

She takes my crown and pulls it into her mouth with gentle suction, while her tongue teases my hole and her hand pumps me with firmer strokes.

The steady rhythm of suction and stroking threatens to blow my mind. Gradually, she takes me deeper, sucks harder.

My whole body is caught in a series of shudders I can’t stop. Hell, I don’t want to stop. Helpless words fall out of my mouth. “Fuck, that’s so good. You look so gorgeous. Yes. Yes!”

My balls tighten, and my vision begins to blur. I blink hard and fast. I don’t want to miss a second of what she’s doing to me. Fire gathers at the small of my back, threatening a blaze I may never recover from. But I don’t care. This feeling, this moment, here with her, is all I crave. Already it’s going too fast. She’s too fucking good at this. My gut clenches as I try to apply the brakes on my flailing control. Her mouth is the stuff of dreams but I want something more.

My hands move from her hair to catch beneath her arms. Surprise slackens her hold on me and I use the momentum to lift and toss her on the bed.

“I’m dying to blow my load in that glorious mouth of yours, and I will, soon. But right now, I want to finish in that tight pussy. So open up for me.”

Her breath catches but her thighs fall open without protest. The sight of her pink, glistening cunt sends my heart rate through the roof. She’s still wet with my release from before, but the swelling of her clit, the plumping of her pussy lips, is all new.

Doubly intoxicating.

Still mine.

I draw my tongue through her soft folds, the sound of her breathy moan music to my ears. I lick and tease, bite and suck, until the mingled taste of my cum and her juices is diluted with a fresh burst of her pre-release. Her clit fattens, and her thighs begin to shake. I insert one finger inside her. Then two. Jesus, I’ll never get over her tightness.

I pump my fingers inside her, absorbing every response as she thrashes on the bed.

“Axel…”

“Come for me, baby. You’re so hot. I want to watch you lose it. Let me see you explode for me.” Her hands reach out blindly, find my shoulders, my hair. She clamps her fingers into it, as if she’ll never let me go. I finger-fuck her harder, my thumb and tongue alternating in furious circles over her clit.

“Oh…oh God!”

Her hips roll into my pumps, her fingers dragging along my scalp. I close my eyes for a blind second to fight for control. Then open to the glorious sight of her body tensing a second before a scream rips through her throat. She flies high, and I’m bathed in her heady scent.

I want to watch. I want to drown in the beauty of her release. But I’m at my breaking point.

I climb up her body, barely stopping to taste her sweet nipples before I slide into her. I catch the tail end of her climax and pump through the ripples.

Her eyes pop open, wonder bathing her face as the convulsions gather intensity again. She grips my arms, her nails digging in as her back arches off the bed. “Oh God, I’m…I’m…”

I flick my tongue over one offered nipple, rolling the hot nub in my mouth. “You’re coming again,” I groan against her skin.

Her mouth goes slack, and her hips jerk into my thrusts. Her climax is quieter this time but not less sublime. No less mind-fucking-blowing.

I drop onto my elbows and tunnel my fingers into her hair, tasting her mouth as she shatters. But the more I kiss, the more I crave. The more I fuck her, the deeper my obsession grows. “Holy hell, I can never get enough of you. You’re in my head, you’re in my fucking blood. Sweet Jesus, Cleo, you’re everywhere.”

White-hot bliss flashes across my senses. Maybe I say more, maybe I don’t. Maybe I’m spared the final defeat of spilling everything that my dark soul hides.

All I recall is surfacing to the sweet torment of her cradled in my arms, her head on my shoulder, her hand on the inked Japanese symbol for penance.

Her dark, solemn eyes meet mine. When I lower my mouth to hers, she receives my last kiss without hesitation. She closes her eyes. And sighs.

I sigh too.

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