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My legs shook as he upped his pace and I grabbed onto his hair, grinding against him. “Don’t stop.”
He added another finger, stretching me. Oh, God—the sounds he made while he sucked and slurped, groaning and humming. I grabbed a pillow and threw it over my head to keep myself quiet but between both of us, it was no use.
My legs trembled and my muscles went taut… I was chasing, climbing higher and higher, until my walls clenched as the most intense orgasm I’d ever had slammed into me.
He lapped me up, his tongue massaging my pulsing clit. I squeezed my legs against his face and gripped his hair, holding him in place while I rode out my release. “Oh my God… Oh. Fuck. Wes… please.”
When my legs turned to jelly, I dropped them open and he finally slipped out of me, kissing my pussy and my thighs until he reached my lips. “I can’t move,” I said, panting. “That was too good.”
“Taste yourself. See why I’ll never get enough of you.” I lifted my head to cover his lips, tasting myself on him. Salty and sweet. I deepened our kiss, tangling my tongue with his and sucking it into my mouth.
I reached down to grip his cock through his boxers. “You’re so hard and wet.” I sucked his lower lip, teasing it with my tongue. Ready to taste all of him.
On shaky legs, I pushed up and slid out from under him. He still had his prosthesis on and I knew he felt more comfortable wearing it, but I wanted to let him know I wanted him either way.
I sat back on my knees while he scooted toward the headboard. Running my palms from his chest, down his body until I reached his thighs. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes. Why?” he answered.
“I’m just asking.” I ran my nails over his skin and he shivered. “If you’re more comfortable without your prosthesis, that’s okay with me,” I said, gently. “Whatever you want.”
“Thank you, baby. You’re too fucking sweet.” He pulled my hand up to kiss my palm, sucking a finger between his lips. “Come up here and ride my cock. I need to be inside you.”
I grinned and tugged his boxers down, gripping his massive cock in my palm. I had no idea what I was doing, other thanwhat I’d seen the few times I’d watched porn, but I was relaxed. Wes made me feel comfortable to explore and learn. I brought my head down and wrapped my lips around his tip, giving him a quick suck. Beads of precum hit my tongue, tasting saltier than I’d expected.
“Your mouth… Christ, I’m not going to last.” He tried to pull me up. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to. Please… You taste so good.” I slid my palm up his thick cock, squeezing the tip and he hissed a breath. “Let me take care of you.”
Getting my mouth nice and wet with my spit, I took him in as deep as he could fit while I wrapped my palm around his base. He groaned, clenching his thighs and bucking his hips. “Shit, sorry. I don’t want to choke you.”
He wasn’t. I loved him losing control. I stroked his base, using my saliva as lube and swirled my tongue around his cock, alternating between sucking and licking. He groaned and wrapped his hands in my hair.
“Is this okay?” he asked, tugging, guiding me up and down on his length. I answered by hollowing my cheeks and sucking harder. “Fuck… Baby, you feel so good.”
Moaning from his praise, I slurped him down, taking him as deep as I could without gagging and quickening my strokes with my palm. I loved his groans and curses. I felt so good. So powerful.
“I’m so close.” He gripped my hair, jerking his hips. “Can I come in yourmouth, baby?”
I moaned around his cock, nodding my head and sucking harder. His body tensed and his cock twitched as he groaned his release, shooting cum into my throat.
“Holy… shit,” he panted, winding his fist in my hair. His cock kept twitching, filling me up until it dribbled out my lips. I swallowed down as much as I could before I pulled him out of my mouth. The rest spilled onto my chin and chest. “Did you just swallow, Tiger?”
“Yes.” I wiped my mouth with the edge of my nightie and crawled up his torso, resting my head on his chest. His heart beat like a drum against my ear.
His voice rumbled and chest shook as he spoke. “You’re so incredible, you know that?”
I didn’t feel that way, but maybe I could learn to believe it. He kissed my head and stroked my back, sliding his fingers beneath the fabric. I stayed quiet, listening to our mingled breathing and the sound of waves crashing in the distance beyond our walls.
“I wish we could stay like this,” I said. “Not have to worry about jobs and lawyers and school bullies and life.”
“That would be fucking perfect,” he said. “But we got this. Together.”
I melted into him and fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
Chapter 32
Olivia
