Page 57 of Fight For Her
“Yes, yes. I need to come,” she said, her voice thick from sleep.
I inhaled deeply before sinking into her, then flattened my tongue and slowly licked up her slit. Last night was quick and desperate. I’d waited so long to have her like this. I wanted to take my time now that she was mine.
Slowly, I lapped at her, dragging my tongue up to her clit, I flicked and pressed until she was bucking against me chasing her release. Her pussy quivered, she was so close. Lifting up, I braced myself on my forearms. She moaned. “Don’t stop.”
“You want to fuck my face, baby?”
Her flushed face shined golden in the morning light. My question hung in the air. As I was about to slide my tongue back into her, she nodded. “Yes. I’ve just…,” she hesitated, “…never done that.”
My chest swelled knowing that she’d be this open for me and only me. Her dumb fucking ex didn’t know what he was missing. I climbed up the bed to lie against the wooden headboard, meeting her plump lips and kissing her until her chest was heaving. “I’m the luckiest man in the world. Hold onto the headboard and fuck my face, Kendahl.” I licked my lips, ready to feel her coming on them.
She scrambled onto her knees and climbed over me, her thighs trembling. I helped her the rest of the way by palming her ass and lifting her in place. Heaven, pure fucking heaven. If I died right here and now, I’d be fulfilled.
She rocked against my stiff tongue, rubbing her dripping seam rhythmically. She moved so her swollen clit was right over the tip of my tongue. I watched her unable to tear my eyes away for a second. Her beautiful tits bounced with each movement. I reached out to pinch and flick her hard peaks as I let a moan slip loose.I’d never been this hard before. I thought that same thing the night I’d watched Kendahl bring herself to orgasm and again last night. But I was wrong. My cock was leaking, I was so hard.
She arched her back and lifted enough for me to slip two fingers into her tight pussy.
“Oh God.”
That’s right, baby. Her noises were driving me wild.
She rolled her hips, grinding her cunt onto my lips as I drove into her with my fingers. She was close. Her walls were beginning to clamp down on my fingers, squeezing them like a vise. The headboard knocked into the wall. Hell, the whole bed could collapse, and I wouldn’t give a shit.
“God, Coby.” One more rough grind and she screamed with her release. She was so wet I could feel her soaking my facial hair and dripping down my neck. I’d never felt anything hotter.I was feral for this woman. Gripping her hips, I lifted her off me like she weighed nothing and positioned her over my cock.
“Baby, are you on birth control?” Panting, she nodded. “Good because I need to fuck you raw.”
I drove into her, letting my cock fill her inch by inch. “You feel…” she murmured, her voice raspy.
“Tell me. How do I feel?” With my hands firmly grasping her hips, I helped her rock against me. She felt fucking incredible. Her tight pussy gripped me with each roll of her hips.
“So full... Mmm...”
She angled herself forward so her slick clit was grinding against me giving me perfect access to her tits. I took one nipple into my mouth at a time and lavished them with attention, sucking and swirling my tongue around the peaks.
“Coby,” she moaned into my ear. “I’m going to come again.”
She moved against me, changing her angle so she was lying on top of my chest, skin to skin.I pistoned my hips up as she thrusted more and more, harder and deeper. Fuck, I was so close.
“God, Ken.” My breathing was erratic, but I guided her rocking motion. She took my earlobe between her teeth and sucked hard.
“Fill me up, Coby.”
Her muscles clenched, squeezing my cock as I drove in, shooting my cum inside her.
“Yes!” She writhed, rolling her hips to ride out her release. She collapsed on top of me as our chests heaved.
Nuzzling into her neck, I whispered, “I think being inside you is my new favorite place.”
“Oh yeah?”she asked with a husky laugh.
Running my hands over the warm expanse of her back, I was certain. My new favorite place was wherever she was. “Yeah.”
“I don’t know how you two pulled this off,” I said to Mia and Kendahl.
We’d watched Mike and Jill recite their vows in front of their closest family and friends. The ceremony turned out better than I think anyone expected. Couches and tables were moved, in favor of folding chairs decorated with ribbons and faux flowers. Dozens of candles cast soft light into the dim room, and somehow, they’d even found a classical music cassette tape, so Jill could walk down the aisle they’d created.
“We had a lot of help,” Kendahl said and sipped a mimosa.
