Page 166 of Captivated By Danger

“Fuck yeah. You ain’t never got to ask that. As long as you actually ride my lips, meaning drop your fucking pussy on my face, hard.”

She inhaled. “Diesel.”

“I don’t want to hear that shit, Grey. Suffocate me.”

By the time the elevator opened to my place, we’d nearly stripped out of all our clothes. We both finished getting naked in the hallway.

“Up,” I coached.

I picked her and she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my body.

“Wow, I’ll never get over you being able to do that.”

“You ain’t fucking with a weak nigga.”

I walked her to my bedroom and over to my lounge chaise. I sat down with her straddling me.

“Sit up.”

She raised up, putting her pretty ass titties in my face and I slid between her legs, getting in a comfortable position.

“Diesel, what are you doing?”

“This.”

I grabbed her hips, lowering her on my mouth. Her pussy was already swollen and slippery.

“Oh, Diesel,” she whispered.

She found her groove and started moving her hips in a slow circle. Her slippery folds felt and tasted so good in my mouth. Her low and soft whimpers sounded so good. I could feel her juices sliding down my chin and throat.

“Oh God,” she cried when I slipped two fingers inside of her.

While I fingered her, I felt around the couch getting the lube I was sure I left there. Popping the cap, I squeezed some down the crack of her ass and started moving the anal beads in and out of her.

“Diesel!” she moaned, dropping more on my face.

“Mhm!” I moaned into her pussy.

“Oh God!”

When her body jumped, I knew she was getting ready to explode.

Her back arched, giving me a full view of her titties.

She lifted off my face a little. “Shit, I’m gonna drown you, God.”

“Drown me, Babygirl.” I pulled her back down on my face.

I pushed another finger in her pussy and she fell over the back of the chaise, squirting all over me. She lifted off my face.

“Oh, God. I’m so sorry,” she panted.

“Baby, that’s the best shower I’ve had all week.”

Moving to my knees, I pulled her off the chaise to her knees. I turned her sideways and positioned one knee on the floor and the other on the chaise. We were in perfect view of my mirror across the room. When I thrust inside her, her head shot up and caught my eyes.

“Slow, Daddy, please.”

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