Page 98 of Doughn't Let Me Go

I laugh. “Then get up here.”

She rolls from between my legs, lying on her back and spreading hers.

She looks over at me. “Well?”

I shake my head. “That’s not what I said.”

Her brows inch together. “You just said…Oh.”

“Yeah. I said”—I point to my face—“get up here.”

“You want me to ride your face?”

“Did I stutter?”

This time it’s her who laughs. “No, I guess not.”

“Unless you don’t want me to eat your pu—”

She slaps her hand over my mouth. “Stop saying that.”

I wrench her hand away. “Pussy.”

The sound she makes is an even split between a groan and a moan.

“Porter…”

“I swear to god, Doris, if you don’t—”

She cuts me off by springing up and tossing her leg over my head.

She glares down at me, eyes challenging.

“Put your money where your mouth is, Porter.”

And I do.

I bury my face in her and she slides back and forth on my tongue like this is exactly where she was made to be.

It’s not long until her thighs start to shake, and her breaths are coming in sharper. She’s so close.

But so am I.

I give her one last long lick, trailing my tongue from her clit to her ass, playing with the hole I’ll one day talk her into letting me take, and then I pull her off my face and down my body.

“What the fuck, Porter?”

Her words are harsh, but I know she doesn’t mean them like that.

“I wanna feel you come.”

“You could have—right on your tongue.”

“On my cock.”

Then I guide her tightness over the head and slide in like this is where I’mmade to be.

“Oh god…” She groans, biting her lip. “Fuck.”

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