Page 141 of Torrid Passion
“Yeah?”
She nods. “Yeah.”
“Good girl,” I praise. “Open.”
The training wheels are off. I’m not as gentle. I thrust into her mouth with a feral grunt.
I lose myself between her lips, pumping in and out of her with a hand holding her head back so I can go real deep.
“Jesus. Christ.” The words fall out of my mouth.
This is so fucking hot, my thoughts become nothing more than an incoherent mess.
“Suck me,” I growl, thrusting faster. “Show me you deserve my cock down your throat.”
She sobs.
“Take every fucking inch, Kyla.”
I grip her hair tightly, controlling her movement as I piston her mouth hard.
More of my cock disappears between her lips.
Fuck, yeah.
I pull all the way out and slide right back in, not bothering to give her a break. I don’t hold back.
She moans.
She’s on her knees, totally at my mercy. All she can do is take it, take me deep, gorging on my thick cock.
What’s there not to love?
“Damn. I might need to fuck you like this every single day of the week.”
She whimpers.
Her mouth is lethal.
One more hard thrust and I hit the back of her throat.
Christ.
The sensation startles me.
She gags. Her gasp of surprise drowns the sound of her slurping as her saliva drips over my swollen balls. She does nothing to pull away from my cock; instead she presses her lips firmly together.
“Oh, shit, Kyla,”I rasp.
It’s like a shot of ecstasy straight to my brain.
“Oh! Fuck—”
On shaky legs, I pull back just in time to watch my cum jet inside her waiting mouth.
My abundant release is impressive.
How she manages to swallow all that cum, is beyond me.
