Page 68 of Strelitzias in Spring

“Goddamn, princess,” I rasp, tunneling my hands into her hair to help her glide her tongue around my cock. She hums to herself like she’s eating an ice cream cone on the boardwalk in the middle of August and is savoring the flavor. Not dictating her movements, I gather her hair up and hold it above her head in a makeshift ponytail, giving me a prime view of how much she’s enjoying herself. “You like the taste of my cock, princess? You’re lapping at it like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”

She looks up beneath her lashes, and I nearly come at the need I see reflected in them. “You look so fucking pretty like this,” I tell her, unable to keep my admiration contained. Like I’m getting a reward for my words, Serena moves to the head of my dick and runs a circle around it with her tongue before bringing the tip into her mouth and sucking hard. Pulling at her hair, I ease her back.

“I wasn’t done,” she pouts, moving forward once again. Shifting my hips out of her reach, I clench my hand in her hair and still her movements.

“I don’t know where you learned to suck cock—or lick cock—like that, but I was about to come all over your shirt.” Getting down on my knees, I can’t help the chuckle that comes out of me when I see that we’re at eye level with her on the bed and me on my knees. “Goddamn, you’re short.”

Her face twists into a sneer. “I’m the tallest of my friends. You’re just abnormally large everywhere.”

“Five feet four inches is not tall.” I raise an eyebrow at the angry expression on her face.

“I’m almost five foot six. Again, you’re just aberrantly tall.”

“Tell me, princess, how did it feel to have an ‘aberrantly’ tall man nearly fall to his knees by that smart mouth of yours? Did it make your cunt nice and wet knowing that you had power over me just by using your lips and tongue?”

“I—uhm. Yes?” she responds, though it sounds more like a question. The minx from moments ago is gone, replaced by a woman unsure. My eyes narrow on her blown pupils and heaving chest; maybe it’s not so much unsure as it is turned on and needy.

Grabbing the ankles tucked beneath her, I pull them and gently lower her legs to the floor. My sudden movement causes her upper body to fall back, and she lands awkwardly on my comforter. Not wasting any time, I pop the button on her jeans and slide them and her underwear down her thighs. Her shoes prevent me from removing her pants, so I slide each one off and throw them over my shoulder, not giving a shit as they sound against the wall. Her jeans and panties follow until she’s left half-naked on my bed.

Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I push the fabric up and lean over to lick every inch of exposed skin. I’ve tasted her before, had her pussy writhing over my face while I fucked her with my tongue, but the thrill of tasting her again is potent. I don’t stop my progress until the shirt is pushed over her bra, framing her tits like a pretty picture that deserves to be hung in a museum of natural wonders.

Running my hands up her sides, I cup her tits and squeeze. “Did you wear this for him?”

She looks down, confusion taking over her face before understanding graces her features. “I wore this for me.”

“Good, princess. Because I’d have to tear it from your fucking body if you wore this in the hopes another man would see it.” Spreading my fingers, I let my pointers dip beneath the fabric, grazing the top curve of her areola as I stroke my fingers back and forth over the swells. Her breathing becomes shallow, barely sucking in air as her eyes track my movements. Hooking each finger, I drag the bra down until both tits are resting on top of the cups.

My mouth waters at the display, but I drag my gaze and hands away.

“What are you doing?”

“Feasting.” I grab each of her legs and drape them over my shoulders like the prettiest fucking earmuffs I’ve ever owned. “Now, be quiet while I eat.” Leaving my hands around her thighs, I dive in, capturing her clit and sucking it between my lips in a hard pull. Her sharp gasp fills the room, and I suckle, drowning in the taste of her cunt. Releasing her, I flatten my tongue and lick, tasting the wetness that’s already drenching her pussy.

“Jesus, Wolf,” she cries, her tone sharp as I move to bite against her flesh before soothing it with my tongue. I continue lapping at her, alternating between bites and soothing caresses, suction, and fast flicks of my tongue.

Serena’s hands find their way to my head, clutching at the buzzed strands to pull me closer, a wordless invitation to gorge myself on her cum. The action makes me go feral. Pulling her thighs wider, I spear my tongue inside her tight opening and tongue her cunt, letting my nose rub against her clit with each grind of her hips. Moments drowning in her pussy is all it takes for her breathing to become heavier, her hold tighter, and the shaking in her legs to pull them closed, cutting off any ability to move away from the space between her legs.

Like I’d fucking move, anyway.

“Wolf,” she whispers, my name reverberating through her entire body like a recoil. I don’t stop, don’t give her time to catch her breath, just keep fucking her pussy until all she can do is spasm against my mouth as I capture her cum.

“Wolf, please. No more.” The breathless sound of her voice breaks me from my frenzy, and I pull my tongue out, flattening it against her clit and giving one more lick before meeting her gaze.

She opens her legs, letting me out from the heaven between her thighs. Sitting up, I grab her hips and drag her off the bed, letting her fall into my lap. Even after an orgasm and partially clothed, she’s graceful. As though we’ve been in this position a thousand times, her legs cradle my hips, and my cock strains between us, precum beading at the tip in desperate need to sink inside her.

Shifting my hold, I let one of my hands rest against her ass and reach for my discarded jeans behind me. Catching a leg, I drag them over and fish inside my pocket for the condom housed in my wallet. Ripping the foil open, I use one hand to drag the latex down my cock.

“Unless you tell me otherwise, either take my cock, or I’m going to drop you down. Lady’s choice.”

Serena swallows, her throat bobbing with the force, and she grabs onto my shoulders, inching closer until my cock is rubbing against her folds. Lifting herself, she silently positions her hips over me. Keeping my eyes locked on her face, I watch the emotions play over her features as she lowers, taking just the tip and wincing slightly before continuing.

“Princess,” I squeeze the hand resting on her hip, stilling her motion. “Go slow if you need to.”

She nods, rocking against me and slipping down a little further, the fit a little tighter, and I bite back the groan at the feel of her pussy. She continues rocking, minutely easing herself down until I’m sweating and seeing fucking stars in the heat surrounding me. With one last rock, I’m buried inside Serena’s cunt.

The dichotomy between the two of us is captivating: her gentle exhale and my curses, my pale skin and her golden limbs, my size and her slender frame. She pulls up before dropping back down, erasing all thoughts outside ofmore, faster,andcome.

Trailing my hand up her back, I grip the base of her neck and help guide her movement, setting the pace as I meet each of her downward thrusts with one of my own. Looking down at her face, I note that her eyes are closed and feel an immediate desperation to have them pinned on me, the same way I’m pinned beneath her.

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