Page 83 of All Twerk, No Play

My mouth finally landed between her legs, passing right over her clit to kiss the inside of her thighs. She groaned in frustration. “You missed.”

“I’m taking the scenic route,” I said, squeezing her ass cheeks as I licked the crease of her thigh.

“Eric,” she moaned in frustration. “Would you stop messing around?”

“Oh, is this making a mess?” I swept the flat of my tongue between her folds. Her hips jerked in surprise, then I backed off, nibbing again on her leg. “Cleaned that up for you, baby.”

“Eric,” she said, her voice stern, “I’m not kidding.”

“Tell me what you want,” I murmured against her pussy. Fuck, she smelled incredible.

“You know what I want,” she said, threading her fingers in my hair, messing up my bun.

“Yeah, I do,” I breathed, tugging on her pussy lips until she trembled, then retreating. "And you know how to get it."

“You’re infuriating."

“You want me to eat you out?” I asked. I covered her hand on my head, shoving myself into place, tonguing her clit and sucking hard until she bucked .. then released her hand and looked up at her. Her eyes gleaned with annoyance, arousal … defiance. “Make me.”

Her grip on my hair tightened, holding my mouth against her. I eagerly lapped at her folds, lifting her ass to line up my tongue, pressing inside her tight pussy. As I licked and sucked, her thighs quivered.

She tugged my bun to drag my mouth up to her clit. I latched on and slid a finger inside. With a cry, she released my hair to grip the pillow. I regrettably slowed my pace and pulled away.

I was training her well, though, because her hand returned to my head, forcing me back into place. I flicked her clit, adding a second finger as she writhed and jerked, crying out between panting breaths. She bucked and thrashed, her cries echoing, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as her pussy pulsed around my fingers.

As she relaxed, I admired her curvy body stretched out on the pristine sheets. Last night, she’d looked gorgeous by the warm glow of her lamp, but nothing compared to the daylight streaming in through the curtains. I appreciated the soft rolls of her stomach, the mounds of her tits, the flush up her neck … and the annoyed expression on her face.

Her hand shoved my temple. “Do you always have to be so difficult?”

I crawled back up, letting my cock rub against her. “Difficult, or just hard?”

She rolled her eyes as her hand slid between our bodies to grasp my cock. “How would you like it if I tortured you like that?”

“I’d love it,” I breathed before I could stop myself.

Her lips parted with arousal, and her fist tightened.

“Fuck yeah,” I said, pumping my cock into her hand, working myself up for her. “Boss me around, baby. You want me to fuck you? Get a condom, take what you want. Use me up.”

I expected her to tease and edge like I’d done to her … but she reached for a condom, tore the foil wrapper, and unrolled it onto my cock. I pumped lube into my hand, coating the condom and sliding the rest into her tight pussy, which pulsed around my fingers.

“Say it,” I begged.

“Fuck me,” she begged back.

I slid in slowly, watching the space between us dwindle as every inch of me disappeared into her. Her eyelids shut, like she expected sex to happen to her.

Oh hell no, not on my watch.

“Victoria,” I said, her eyes flickering open. “Look how well you’re taking me.”

Her brows furrowed before she lifted up on her elbows to look where our bodies joined. I paused, using my thumbs to open her folds wider for a better view as I slid out, and she gasped as I pressed back in.

I couldn’t get enough of the surprise she couldn’t conceal. I couldn’t believe that she’d been fucking married and didn’t believe how hard she could come. If I ever got married—and that was a long shot—I’d make sure my wife was the most satisfied woman on the planet.

I shut down the anger at that asshole, latching onto the primal drive to be the best she’d ever had. I thrust into her, tilting her hips until her eyes flew open with a harsh gasp. Her surprise transformed into moans as she dug her hands into the blankets, lifting her hips to meet me with every thrust. Her mouth dropped open to let out breathy whimpers, moans and shouts, escalating in pitch.

“That’s right, baby,” I coached, lifting her leg higher, opening her wider, thrusting deeper. “Now open those gorgeous lips and let me hear you come.”

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