Page 67 of Fit for Love

“Ashton,” she says after I massage the area for about a minute.Her eyes are heavy-lidded.“Can I have a happy ending?”

My cock hardens even more, and it’s all I can do not to growl as I say, “Of course.”

“On second thought, I think I might be too sore for that.”She gestures at said appendage.

Which is now a sad appendage.

“How about I give your clit a little massage?”I suggest gruffly.“With my tongue.”

Her pupils dilate, but she looks uncertain.

“Let me try it,” I whisper.“And if you’re too sore, just let me know.”

She nods minutely.

I slowly retrace the path my hands just took with my tongue, until I reach her pink little pussy and give her clit a featherlight kiss.

“Wow,” she breathes.

“I’m just getting started.”I make a teasing circle around her clit.

She arches her back.

I smirk and give the swollen nub a tiny lick.

Kendall moans, so my next lick is firmer, as is the one after that.

“Oh, my,” she gasps as I flatten my tongue against my target.“I’m going to come.”

“Yes,” I rasp right into her clit.“Come for me, now.”

And boy, does she.Arching off the bed, she orgasms with a wild, almost desperate cry.

I embrace her as she recovers.

“Sorry about that screech at the end,” she says, hiding her face against my shoulder.

Though my balls are desperately blue, I can’t help but grin.“I took it as a compliment.”

She snorts.“I bet I sounded like a horny limpkin bird.”

Hearing the word “horny,” my swollen cock decides to join the conversation by twitching, and as a result, poking Kendall in her thigh.

She looks between our bodies.“You know, despite how terrible you are at rock, paper, scissors, you’ve earned yourself a reward.”

“Oh?”

“Get on your stomach,” she says.“I’ll give you that no-hands massage… to start.”

I do as she says, though I wish there were a hole in this bed big enough to stick my dick into, as it’s so hard I’m uncomfortable.

“How’s this?”She glides her breasts down my back.

“Fucking amazing,” I grunt back.

“And this?”She drags her tongue down my spine before gliding her whole body down the same path.

“I have no words,” I mutter, and I really don’t.There’s too little blood going to my brain.

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