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A sweet gasp sounds through the room as she slides down on me and settles on my lap.
Fuck. I thought her mouth was perfect, but now that her pussy is wrapped around me, I know that I’m wrong.
“You feel so good,” she pants out, placing her hands on my shoulders and starts to bounce up and down. “Jodeme, Christian. Fuck me until I scream.”
The way she saysjodemeis what does it.
Everything goes out the window and I give her every single inch of what she wants. I fuck her until my name is the only thing that she can remember and both are releases are mingled inside of her and dripping down her thighs.
CHAPTEREIGHT
Eliana
I’m seeing stars.
My eyes opened not even five minutes ago from a deep sleep and I’m already seeing stars.
Why am I seeing stars so early in the morning? Because I currently have a dark haired, muscled filled hockey player with magic fingers and a magic tongue between my legs licking every single inch of my core.
When I decided to go out last night, I did not think that I would wake up the next morning like this. With a man that I keep saying that I hated and wanted nothing to do with between my legs after spending countless hours of sex filled activities, yet here I am and I’m loving every single damn second of it.
A moan escapes my mouth and I slide my hand into his hair and give him a hard tug.
“Christian,” I breathe out, pulling some more, not sure if I want him off me or to bring him closer. Five minutes and this man already has me so close to an orgasm.
As if all the ones that he gave me last night weren’t enough.
If I had my camera with me right now, I would be taking a picture of him eating me out as if I’m his last meal.
He hums against me, his fingers digging into my thighs and continues lapping me up as if I were an ice cream cone and he is trying to lick up all the ice cream before it melts.
“You saying my name does things to me,” he says, moving his mouth from where it was on my clit to my inner thigh. I try to pull his face back to where it was but the bastard doesn’t budge.
“Put your face back where it was and I will say it again,” I say, using the sweetest voice that I can muster.
Christian lets out a chuckle as he kisses his way up my body to my chest. “What if I want to take my time in making you come?”
He’s crazy. Absolutely crazy.
“How would you feel if I took my time with you?” I throw back, wrapping my legs around his waist and trying to push him down, but the man is too big for me to move even an inch.
“I wouldn’t mind.” He shrugs right before taking one of my nipples between his teeth.
He torturing me. He’s crazy and torturing me.
“You would be okay with me licking your dick as slowly as possible, giving you feather-like touches, torturing you and getting you to the edge, not following through and not letting you come and then kissing my way up your body. All while your balls are turning a nice shade of blue?” I say, trying to squirm under him to get a little bit of friction where I need it the most.
“Are you trying to tell me that you are going to get blue balls if I don’t make you come with my mouth?” he asks, moving his mouth up to my neck all the while his hands grab onto my breasts and he gives me a hardy grip that makes me moan.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” I whimper.
“You will be okay,” he tells me right before nipping at the skin behind my ear.
“Christian, I swear,” I whine, giving him more access to my neck.
“Ask nicely,” he says, giving me another nip.
“I did!”
