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“Cash, oh, oh shit,” she groans as my tongue flattens, licking her clean before I bury my face deeper between her legs. My fingers thrust into her, three. now to stretch her wide.

“Yes…” she moans, arching her hips into me, her body trembling with every stroke. I stop suddenly, pull back and roll to my side. Without hesitation, I grip her hips, guiding her until she’s on top of me.

“Ride my face.”

“W-what?”

“Ride the damn thing, Rae.”

I guide her to turn until her ass faces me while her gaze falls on my cock, hard and leaking. She steadies herself as I bring her up to my face, her heat hovering over my mouth as I wait for her to relax and put her weight down on me.

“I’ve never done this before,” she says.

“I’ll help you through it. Just sit.”

When she lowers onto me, my tongue darts out, lapping at her clit and sucking downward instantly. One hand grips her hip, holding her steady, while the other wraps around the base of my cock. I pump myself slowly, savoring the sight of her above me, trembling and desperate. If I end this night with her riding my tongue and my release painting her chest, I’ll call it a damn masterpiece.

Rae hesitates at first, her movements tentative as she lowers herself again, but I grip her hips with one hand and steady her, pulling her downward.

“Sit,” I mumble against her clit, my breath hot on her sensitive skin. It takes a moment, but she finally relaxes, settling on my face like I'm a saddle for her to ride. “Suffocate me with this pussy,” I groan against her.

My free hand leaves her hip, sliding between her legs. I press two fingers into her slick heat and curl them just right while my tongue works her clit, lapping and sucking with purpose.

She moans above me, the sound making my cock throb harder in my grip as I grip myself in my palm. Finally, she starts to move, rocking her hips against my mouth, getting into a flow. Her rhythm is perfect, and I stroke myself in time with her, the wet sounds of my tongue and her moans echoing in the air between us.

Then she pauses, her weight shifting forward slightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch her reaching for something. She dips her fingers into the tin of cherry pie filling we’d abandoned earlier, scooping some up.

Curiosity spikes as I keep working her with my mouth, but when she leans forward and spreads the sticky, sweet filling over my cock, my hand falters.

“Fuck, Rae,” I groan, my voice strained. The warm, wet cherry filling drips down my shaft, and the feeling alone sends a new surge of heat through my veins as it connects with my fingers at the base. For a moment, I imagine it’s her pussy again, dripping down my length if she'd let me take her raw, and the thought nearly undoes me. I pinch the tip of my cock to stop myself from coming.

But then she leans forward even more, wrapping her hand around me. Her tongue darts out, swiping over the tip to gather the cherry before sealing her lips around my crown and suctioning downward. The hum of pleasure she lets out as she tastes me, and the filling vibrates straight through me.

Yeah, that’ll do it.

I tighten my lips around her clit, flicking it mercilessly with my tongue as her hips grind harder against my face because there's no way in hell I'm coming first. She moans around my cock, her throat vibrating, and I know she’s close by the way her movements have turned frantic.

“Give me all of you, Rae,” I growl, my voice muffled against her. My hands dig into her hips, pulling her down harder onto my face. I need her, all of her. I want her to fall apart, to lose herself completely.

And she does. Her thighs tremble, her pussy spasms around my fingers, and the sweet rush of her release floods my tongue. Idrink her down, savoring every second as I feel her lips tighten around my cock, her throat taking me deeper.

“Fuck, let me come in your mouth,” I rasp, the words barely coherent.

She hums something I don’t catch—her approval, her encouragement, maybe both. Her tongue swirls around me, her hands grip my thighs for leverage as she takes me all the way down again, her nose bumping against my balls, nudging them to release at the same time that they lift up. The combination of her pussy contracting on my face and her hot, eager mouth around my cock is too much.

My balls draw tight, and with a sharp growl, I come hard down her throat.

“Fuck!” I groan against her pussy, my lips still latched to her clit as I lap at her, trying not to lose my rhythm but I'm all out of sync now. She takes it like it’s nothing, like she was made for this, cleaning every inch of me with her tongue until there’s no trace of the cherry or my cum on my shaft.

When we’re both spent and gasping for breath, I gently lift her off my face. My hands find her again, guiding her down my chest to straddle my lap. Her ass hits my still-hard cock, her body warm and soft against mine as I pull her to my chest and imagine how it'd feel to take her ass too. Because now all I want is to have all of her. Every hole. Every part of her heart, too.

I press a kiss to her damp with sweat hair, my hands stroking lazily over her back.

“Yeah,” I murmur, my voice hoarse but full of satisfaction. “That sure as shit won’t be the last time we do that.”

Chapter 30: Rae

Cash: I want you so bad it fucking hurts. How has it been a whole week since you rode my face??

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