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“Oh, Robbie, I’m so fucking close,” she mewls.
“Youdolike it rough, don’t you, you filthy little slut?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“You’re gonna come?” I pant, feeling her clench around my cock. “I wanna see you fuckinggushfor me, baby.”
“Oh, fuck, I’m?—”
“Come for me, Keller.” I smack her ass again, so hard my palm stings. “You come for me right… fuckingnow!”
“I’m coming. Oh my god, I’m com-ing… Ugh!” She cries out. “Robbie, fuck!”
And that’s all it takes. My name on Fran Keller’s lips as she’s falling apart and coming all over my dick. As soon as she’s done, before she’s even coming down, I pull out of her.
“Turn around,” I growl, ripping off the condom.
Just as she turns, I grab my dick and pump it once, twice, groaning out a string of words I don’t even understand as my orgasm crashes over me, hot spurts of cum shooting all over those perfect fucking tits.
I stagger ever so slightly, momentarily lightheaded. But when I get a good look at her, on her knees on my bed, her skin illuminated by the glow of city lights shining in through walls of glass, I must admit, I’m more than a little taken aback by the overwhelming possessiveness that claws at my insides. The sight of Fran Keller covered in my cum is doing all sorts of things to me that I cannot wrap my head around.
“Look at you,” I whisper through my breathlessness, stepping up close enough to drag my fingers through the mess, swirling my sticky release around her hard nipple and smirking wickedly before lifting that same finger to her lips.
Her eyes remain on mine as she opens up and sucks, hard, hollowing her cheeks and moaning softly. And all I can do is chuckle because holy shit, I think I’ve finally met my match.
CHAPTER 29
FRAN
Ifeel like I’m floating. Weightless. Like I’m trapped in a blissful cloud of warmth and light, my body tingling all over. I smile, a moan slipping from my lips. But then a bright light flickers, and I realize I’m sleeping. Or awake. Fuck, I could be dead for all I know because this sort of euphoria is other-worldly.
My lashes flutter, and I open my eyes, suddenly reminded where I am when another moan falls from my lips, my legs trembling.
With a gasp, I lift my head, panting at the sight of Robbie Mason currently positioned with his face between my thighs. Whiskey eyes stare into mine and he winks, his mouth curling into a smile as his tongue flicks my clit.
“Holy shit,” I hiss between ragged breaths.
Normally, beneath the unforgiving gleam of the morning sun streaming in through the windows, I’d be self-conscious of my soft belly, the white lines permanently marking my hips, the cellulite dimpling my thighs. But right now, lying naked on Robbie’s bed, his arms wrapped beneath my thighs, holding me wide open, I couldn’t give a damn.All I care about right now is coming. I’ve never needed to come like I need to come right now.
“Morning,” Robbie murmurs against my pussy, his voice low and rasped. Pure sex.
He takes his time, flicking my clit once, twice, three times before sucking it, causing my back to arch up off the mattress. He presses a kiss against my clit before trailing down and fucking me with his tongue.
“Oh, shit…” I cover my face with my hands, biting down on the heel of my palm to stop myself from crying out. Then, peering between my fingers, I watch him work me over, lapping at me with slow, languorous strokes of his tongue, like he has all day and not a care in the world.
I’m not sure how long he’s been down there, eating me out while I sleep, but I can feel my arousal dripping down between my ass cheeks. I’ve never woken up with a head between my legs before, but it’s definitely something I could get used to.
Robbie circles my clit with his tongue, pulling it between his lips. Circling. Nibbling. Circling. Sucking. Circling. Fuckingbiting. I reach down, scratching my nails over his scalp, pulling at the lengths of his dark hair. He groans, and the vibration against my needy center nearly sets me off.Nearly. But just when I’m so fucking close, teetering on the edge, he abandons my pussy altogether, pressing slow, feather-light kisses to the soft skin of my inner thighs, blowing a hot breath over my sensitive core.
I urge him closer, guiding him right where I need him, but he stops just short, kissing my mound. Again, I lift my head, gaping at him, and when I meet his eyes, that’s when I see it. The knowing glint in his gaze. The shit-eating smirk playing on his lips. He’s doing it on fucking purpose.
He stares at me, eyes blazing as he licks me from my entrance all the way up to my clit. He circles it again, still staring at me, and I’ll be damned if this is notthe most erotic moment I’ve ever experienced.
With a pathetic whimper, I grip his hair in my hands. “Please.”
But he pulls away again, his fingers taking over, drawing teasing patterns all over my pussy; he’s everywhere except where I need him the most.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, all casual like, as if he doesn’t realize exactly what he’s doing to me.
