She looks up at me with her doe eyes searching mine, hungry for me to fuck her again. I’m definitely going to.

I’m going to own that pussy again before the night is over and take her the way a woman should be taken.

I look at her tits, ripe, with the rose-tipped nipples hard, pleading for me to suck them.

I circle my finger around the right one, and she actually looks relieved, and aroused.

“I want these in my mouth,” I say, fondling both tits, giving them a gentle squeeze before I lower to suck.

I absolutely fucking love the sounds that come out of her. Those moans of pleasure make my dick hard and could keep me going all fucking night.

I work each nipple to life, loving the feel of them pebble harder in my mouth. The hard tip and soft flesh are the perfect combo for me to suck, and they’re so big I can’t fit the whole breast in my mouth.

It just makes me want more.

And more. I slide my fingers into her wet pussy. Wet from the shower water and what I’m doing to her. She’s always so wet for me. Always.

I crouch down as the urge to eat her pussy out comes over me again. I’ve done it enough times tonight. This here will be the seventh time that my mouth has gotten up close and personal, and my cock is ready to follow suit too.

She gasps and smooths her hand over my hair when I lick over her clit and suck on the juicy nub. What I want is to taste her nectar. I want her pussy juices to gush into my mouth so I can taste her. Taste the want I create in her. This from the woman who fears me as much as she wants me.

Fear…

She should be afraid, but part of me doesn’t want that. The part of my mind that tells me I should know better wants this. It wants this version of us where she’s giving more than her body to me.

I know she is, and that’s why I’m taking. What I don’t know is what I’m going to do about it when the sun comes up.

I chance looking up at her as I eat her out, and she looks at me too, her breasts jiggling as I move my tongue in and out of her.

“Vincent,” she moans loud. My name on her lips as she’s lost in pleasure is a sight to behold. “I’m coming.”

“Come, baby, let me taste you.” To pleasure her further, I tweak her nipples. That’s all I need to do to push her over the edge.

The gush of her delicious juice flows into my mouth, and I drink her up. I take everything, swallowing and drinking, then licking for more so I can milk her clean. I don’t want to waste any. She tastes just like she looks.

Like she wants me.

She’s panting, trying to catch her breath when I stand up and take her lips once more. I want her to taste herself on my mouth. I think she does. I feel she does because the moan that resonates from her lips is different to the others.

It’s fucking spellbinding, because I want her even more. I didn’t think that was possible.

She kisses me back like it’s the first time we’ve kissed, or like we’re lovers reunited after not seeing each other for years. It’s that intense, and I can’t take any more. I need her now.

I move away from her lips and try to reach for her, but she backs away playfully. It’s the sexiest thing ever. I almost blow my load and embarrass myself when her fingers flutter over the length of my dick.

Raw primitive need sparks inside me, mixing with the crackle of wild sexual energy as I watch her continue to stroke my length and my cock grows at her touch.

“Can I? Can I taste you too?” she asks.

Nobody ever told me that shyness was sexy. It is.

My gaze rivets to her, locking with her beautiful eyes, and right… just there—here she wouldn’t know that she has me right where she wants me. It’s fucking dangerous for a man like me. Nobody should have that power over me.

“Yes,” I tell her. I can’t believe I haven’t had that mouth of hers around my cock yet.

The doll drops to her knees and continues to stroke my cock.

She lowers her head, gripping the base of my shaft, and takes me into her mouth. The sight is consuming, and I have to reach out and place my hand on the wall to keep my cool.