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“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Honey,” he says, taking my chin in his hand, “this is the only thing we should be doing.”
Finally unable to resist a moment longer I reach up on my tippy-toes and kiss him with all I’ve got. His tongue surges between my lips, exploring the inside of my mouth with devastating effect.
He picks me up and carries me over to the couch. I straddle his lap. He kisses me and kisses my neck and my shoulder and squeezes my ass with both hands so that I can’t help but grind my pussy against his hardness.
He lets out a long, deep groan, and I revel in the pleasure I’m giving him.
Pushing down with my hips I grind my clit against his erection as he bites my bottom lip.
He rips open my top and smiles. “No bra.”
Taking my breasts in his massive hands he runs his thumb over my nipple before licking them softly.
I grab on to the thick hair on the back of his head. Panting like a dog in the summer heat as his tongue runs circles over my sensitive pink aureoles.
“Fuck,” he growls, “I need to taste you.”
Picking me up like I weigh less than a bag of potato chips, he spins me around and switches our positions. He kneels in front of me and pulls down my pajama bottoms. Spreading my legs wide, he marvels at my entrance. A wicked, handsome smile on his face, and arousal consuming his dark blue, hooded eyes.
His fingers tickle the inside of my thighs as he slowly leans forward. His tongue licks me from the bottom of my pussy all the way to the top. Finishing the move by sucking on my clit and flicking his tongue softly over my sensitive core.
“You taste so fucking good.”
His fingers enter me and I let out a gasp. He keeps on licking me and pushing his fingers in and out of me. He picks up the speed until my toes curl. I dribble onto my shoulder, pleading for him to keep going, and to go faster, and shouting out, “I’m coming, I’m coming!”
Wiping my glistening, juices from his chin he kisses me softly. I can taste myself on his lips. My whole body is tingling with the aftershock of my climax. But, at the same time, it’s calling out for more. I need to feel this man inside of me. I need to climb on top of him and squeeze his length between my legs and milk him of every last drop of come in those big, round balls of his.
Taking the initiative, I push him to the ground and straddle his hips. He slithers out of his pants, and I can feel his hot, thick, length pressing against my opening.
“Wait,” he says, “we should use a rubber.”
“I’m clean,” I tell him. “Unless there’s something you’re trying to tell me?”
“No.” He pulls me down and claims my mouth with his tongue. “I’m as clean as a clean thing that’s just beaned cleaned by the Olympic Gold medalist in cleaning.”
“Shut up,” I purr, pinning his hands to the ground and guiding the tip against my opening with only the use of my ass and my hips, “and fuck me.”
He thrusts forward with his hips and I groan wildly as his full length pushes inside of me. Inch by wonderful inch. Stretching my walls. Hitting that hallowed spot deep inside my tummy that makes my head go dizzy and turns me into a wild animal.
At first, I ride him cowboy style, and then he picks me up and fucks me from behind. I suck his dick until he says he’s about to come and then he carries me over to the wall and fucks me with my legs over his shoulders. I shout out, “hallelujah,” and, “praise be,” and finally, “oh, my God!” as orgasmic bliss explodes between my legs.
When he comes, I feel his cock harden deep inside my channel and then wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. Our lips smush together and his thumb rubs circles over my clit. Just when I think I can’t handle another second more, he kicks it up a gear and fucks me harder and faster than before, pushing my first orgasm through into my second.
Afterward, I stumble to the kitchen, lean my head into the sink, and drink water straight from the tap. He comes up behind me and runs his hands over my ass. Telling me how amazing I look, and how much he loves my curves.
“So, I guess this means I won’t be working for you,” I say, turning around and letting him hug me close. His thick, sticky cock squished between our bodies.
“Why not?” he asks. “I told you, I’m looking for a partner.”
“Yeah,” I smile into his chest. Hearing him call me his partner sends butterflies tumbling around inside me. “But what kind of partner?”
“A life partner.” He kisses me on the top of the head, and then on the forehead, and then on the cheek and the neck and eventually he makes his way back to my lips. “You're mine now. We're a team. The world is our oyster.”
Epilogue
Charlotte
