Page 70 of Sharing Shane

Her smile only deepened, and she rocked her hips forward. “Don’t be,” she said when he groaned. His hands tightened on her hips, and she reached down and peeled them off. She placed them on her breasts and leaned into his grip, a happy little sigh spilling from her throat as his hands tightened.

“Yeah, do that,” she instructed in a husky voice as her hips began to move.

“You like my hands on your tits?” he managed to gasp, the hot clasp of her pussy all but stealing his breath.

“Yes.” Her eyes drifted closed. “God, your hands are big.”

“Your tits are bigger,” he pointed out, and she let out a breathless laugh.

“I know.” She picked up her pace, rising and falling on him faster. The faster she moved, the harder he gripped her breasts until her hips were slapping into his with a wet smack, he was gripping her tits so hard he was afraid she might bruise, and they were both moaning.

“You have to stop, or I’m going to come,” he choked out.

“Good.” Her hips rose and fell faster, her hands coming up to press his into her breasts as she panted. “I want you to come. I want to watch you do it.”

“What about you?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“I’ll get mine,” she assured him. “Come on, I want to feel it. I want to see it. Come in me, Shane. Come in my hot, wet pussy.”

The dirty talk did it. He ground his teeth together, his hands spasming on her breasts as pleasure blasted through him. He shoved himself up, lifting her knees off the bed. She gasped, her pussy tightening on his throbbing dick, then he was coming in long, heavy spurts that seemed to come from the soles of his feet.

When he sagged back onto the mattress, quivering and shivering in the aftermath, he heard her whispered “Wow”, through the roaring in his ears.

He fought his eyes open to look at her. She was leaning over him, her hands holding his in place against her breasts, a look of fascinated wonder mixed with the heat in her eyes.

“That was hot,” she said, her cunt tightening on his twitching dick.

“Did you come?” he asked, though he already knew the answer, confirmed when she shook her head.

“No, but watching you...” She leaned down and kissed him, lingering over it. “It was almost as good.”

“Glad you liked the show,” he managed. “Okay, your turn.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “I can take care of that myself.”

“Yeah?” He was leveling out, the blood flow to his brain restored, and he had the wit to arch a brow at her. “I’m going to want to see that later, but right now, get up here.”

“Get up where—hey!” She squealed as he grabbed her waist and lifted her off him. “What’re you doing?”

“Putting your pussy on my face,” he replied, and dragged her up his body, scooting down at the same time, until her knees were planted on either side of his head and her pussy was hovering above his mouth.

She grabbed the headboard in a white-knuckled grip. “I’m going to taste like latex and lube,” she protested feebly.

Shane grabbed the pillow next to him, shook it free of the case, and used the linen to swipe at her pussy. “There,” he said, throwing it aside. “Any other objections?”

She peered down at him, curling forward to see past her tits. Her teeth were sunk into her bottom lip, her eyes wide. “No, but you really don’t have to—ohhhhhkay, you’re just going to go for it,” she panted.

In answer, he wrapped his hands around her thighs and yanked her down onto his mouth.

He grunted against her pussy and speared his tongue up, delving through the slick folds of flesh to find the soft opening. He grunted again when he found it, burying his tongue as deep as it could go, tasting yes, latex and lube but also Veronica, sweet and spicy and delicious.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she breathed, rocking her hips and rubbing her pussy against his face while he struggled to keep his tongue inside her. “Fuck, you’re so good at this, don’t stop.”

He wanted to assure her that he had no intention of stopping, but that would’ve required stopping, so he just tightened his grip and kept fucking her with his tongue and rubbing his beard against her labia and nudging her clit with his nose while she squirmed and gasped and squealed into the wallpaper.

“Wider,” she gasped, and he loosened his grip so she could spread her thighs, bringing her even closer to his mouth and giving his neck a break. Then she reached down, bumping into his lips and nose as she tried to get her fingers in there, and he suddenly understood.

He pulled away long enough to mutter, “Like this?”, and shifted his grip on her thighs so he could dip his fingertips between her legs. Using his long middle fingers, he pulled her labia apart.

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