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The licentious smirk hovers on his lips. “So sensitive,” he croons. “So much bigger. Can you feel it in your pussy? Are you getting wet for me?” He looks into my face, watching the desire bloom. He’s almost a mask of focused concentration now. It’s a look I’ve seen before. In that room. And it excites the hell out of me.
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Jonno
She’s a shit liar.If she’s that easy to read, it won’t be hard to determine if she’s the thief and nail her to the wall. But now I’m worried for another reason. If it is her, I’m not sure Marshall will handle it well. He may even walk away and not do anything about it.
I’m not thinking too closely about it however, as my hand seems to have a mind of its own, and is moving down her body. Her ripe nipples are as hard as pebbles sticking out through the stretched-to-the-limit fabric of her little top. She’s fucking gorgeous. And in the dim light, she seems to glow, her body calling to me.
My nostrils flare when I pick up her scent as I move my mouth near to her nipple. I breathe her in. Honeysuckle and blossom, the gardens and house, it pours from her skin.
I hover my lips over her enlarged tits, looking up at her. “Yes?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes.”
Her whispered breath pushes her scent further up mynostrils. Fuck me it’s amazing. I lick and nip at her, pulling her top down to allow me unencumbered access.
“Hold your tits in your hands, offer them to me.” I step back, commanding her, taking in the desire on her face. The red hair falling wildly around her head.
She moves her hands slowly, her fingertips brushing the skin, and it’s as if they’re under a spell. Moving of their own accord. Cupping her breasts, panting as she does. Desperate for me to resume my sucking and nipping.
I work her nipples, remembering how much she liked it from last time. Recalling her admission that no one had spent any time on her tits. Always straight into her knickers. Well don’t get me wrong, I’m getting there, but I do like to take my time.
“Do you want me to make you come from this alone? Do you think I can?”
Her answer comes on a groan from the back of her throat.
I lift my head to look at her. Her head is back, the column of her throat exposed. God I want to bite that. Lick and hold it. “Words Rua, you need to use them.” My voice is a commanding growl now.
“Yes, please, I…” She pushes her tits at me, begging me to get my mouth back on them.
I grin and suck one back into my mouth, biting down on it as she moans loudly into the darkened kitchen.
My hands trail down her body, and when I touch her stomach, my heart starts to pump faster. That’s my baby in there. And while she doesn’t know, even had it added to her notes that she did not want to know, I know it’s a boy.
My son.
I caress her skin cocooning my baby and continue my travels. Licking, nipping, sucking her tits. “Maybe you needa bit more tonight?” I tease her, my hands drifting down between her thighs, but not touching her sex. “Maybe I need to eat your pussy, so you remember just how good it was.”
She’s panting like she’s run a race as her legs open slightly. Her body is telling me exactly what she wants, her mouth just needs to catch up.
Standing up and stepping away, I take in the sight in front of me. It is fucking glorious. Crazy red hair, face flushed, eyes bright and glassy. Breathing hard and fast. Tits on full view, as she runs her own thumbs over the uber-extended nipples.
I put up a leisurely hand and pluck at a nipple, twisting it between my thumb and index finger. I move to the other side, and repeat backward and forth between them.
“I need an answer, Rua. Do you want to come on my tongue? Let me taste your sweet cunt? Fill my mouth with your juices?”
Her eyes widen, but so do her legs. Yeah, she wants it.
“Shall I fill your pussy with my fingers whilst I feast on your clit. Push my face into you, tongue fuck you.”
Whilst the dirty words are pouring from my mouth, my fingertips are playing her body, pushing her into a frenzy. I see her clenching her thighs together, trying to get some friction on her clit. Release the tension.
“Yes, Jonno, please…”
My breathing nearly stops when she says my name. Never before has anyone saying my name pushed me into a frenzy. I need to fucking taste her.
Dropping instantly to my knees, I pull down her inadequate shorts. She’s so turned on, they’re soaked already. “So wet for me.” I look up at her through my lashes, lifting a leg carefully to not put her off balance, and draping it over my shoulder. “Lean back baby, let me and thecupboards take your weight.” Her thighs are slick, and I lick up the nectar she’s been oozing. “You smell divine.”
