Page 98 of Switching Skates
Her fingers thread into my hair, and I grunt as she tugs it roughly.
She gasps sharply as I wrap my arms around her waist, and in one swift movement, I spin her around and lay her on her back.
I lower myself over her, caging her in with my arms on either side of her head, her legs parted around my waist.
Her eyes are burning into me, setting me ablaze, and I feel like I’m seconds from combusting, and I’ve barely even begun.
“Do you know I used to dream night after night about burying myself so deep inside of you?” My fingers find the hem of her leggings beneath the jersey. “Of how sweet you would sound, coming apart around me.”
Her breathing quickens as I tug at her leggings, shimmying them down her hips. Lifting her legs into the air, I strip them off.I toss the leggings aside, wrapping her bare thighs back around me.
“Oh, yeah?” She giggles. “Show me.”
My lips are on her body, fevered and desperate, devouring her thighs, the curve of her hips, the swell of her stomach. Every inch I can touch. I can’t get enough.
Tearing her panties off of her body, I crumple them up and bring them to my nose, inhaling the scent of her sweet pussy and exhaling with a groan before tossing them to the side.
In the blink of an eye, my tongue is lapping her soaked center, enjoying every drop of her arousal as she gasps and pants uncontrollably, like music to my ears.
Her hands find my hair as I snake my arms around her thighs, spreading her open as far as her flexible hips will go.
The air is crackling around us as I get lost in coaxing every moan possible out of her, bringing her to the brink of her first orgasm.
“There you go, baby.” I suck her clit and slide two fingers inside of her, thrusting with intention. “Be my good girl and come all over my face.”
With her pussy in my mouth, I groan into it, sending vibrations pulsing into her as I shimmy my head side to side.
She cries out and clenches around my fingers, my scalp burning from how hard she’s pulling my hair. But I don’t care. If anything, it’s only turning me on more.
Her hips rock, rolling against me as she rides the high out, her head thrown back against the pillow.
I don’t let up, my tongue working her into oblivion. “Fuck, I could stay right here forever and die a happy man with your cum coating my lips.”
“Oh God,” she whimpers, her back arching harder.
Her hips start to grind, her center rubbing against my tongue and face. I’m not taking another breath of air until she comes again.
My tongue and fingers work in unison, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy as she moans my name repeatedly, her legs starting to shake from her orgasm.
My cock is aching, throbbing uncontrollably in my pants, and I don’t think I can go another second without being inside of her. I’m desperate to feel her again, plunge deep inside her. I’ve imagined it a million times over the years but nothing compares to this moment.
Sitting up on my knees, I tear my shirt off as her greedy hands find my waistband. She pulls my joggers and boxers down, my dick springing free with vigor, hard as a fucking rock.
She wets her lips, and that visual alone makes my cock bob in the air between us.
Her eyes light up, and she leans forward, sticking her tongue up and running it across my tip.
“Fucking hell,” I groan. “Lift your arms up.”
She does, and I pull my dick away from her mouth for only a second, lifting the jersey up and over her head, finding her bare underneath. Her nipples are pointed and hard, begging for my mouth.
Scooting forward, Daphne wraps her hand around my shaft, her head at nearly the perfect level with me on my knees.
“Stick your tongue out and open your mouth.” I order her, and she happily obliges.
Her mouth hangs open right beneath my dick, and I have a sudden urge to snap a photo because she looks so goddamn good like this.
Sliding my hand into her hair, I line her up and inch my dick into her warm, wet mouth that feels like heaven. “Oh fuuuuck.”
