Page 169 of Champagne Fizz

Her body undulates, pressing her tits against my chest, rubbing against the shirt she wasn’t able to unfasten. A flush of heat spreads across her collar bone, and I follow it, dragging my mouth lower and lower.

“Please,” she pleads, and I slow my teasing, brushing my lips across the lacy edge of the silk, shooting gooseflesh across her cleavage and throat. Her fingers are in my hair, raking and clutching, and I can’t help from lifting my hands to the straps of her dress.

“Yes, Simon. Please—!” her voice is desperate, begging for me to pull those straps down. I lean back to watch as my fingers pluck the yellow strings from her shoulders and the dress descends, slipping down her arms and—

“Kendall,” I growl, making her breath hitch in excitement. Her thighs clench my sides at what I’ve discovered.

She isn’t wearing a bra.

Kendall bites her lip like she’s innocent, but proves to be the opposite by unlacing her arms from the straps, allowing the yellow fabric to fall to her waist.

We’ve messed around a lot, but Kendall’s almost always kept her bra on. And when she’s not wearing one, then she’s still wearing her shirt which my hands are allowed under. But right now, her breasts are fully exposed.

“Fuck,” I curse, because her naked tits are absolutely perfect, round and supple. Her nipples harden under my gaze, and I can hear her breath turn heavy. “Kendall,” I stammer, shaking my head. “I’m sorry, but I’m about to make you come.”

Her tits are in my hands and my mouth before she truly understands my statement. She gasps as I ravish her swollen weight. My thumb strokes her nipples and then my mouth takes its turn, licking and sucking and caressing her. She mews and arches her back, presenting her tits to me like a present. I don’t hold back. I cup and bite and devour, her fingers digging into my hair as she bellows.

“Oh gosh! Oh, Simon!”

I go from breast to breast, and her throat turns raw from gasping.

“Simon! Simon!”

Her breath is ragged from my tongue, so I slow my roll and savor how she tastes like marshmallow creme. My fingers tease the sides of her ample breasts, stroking her curves and relishing the way it makes her hips twitch.

“You taste like ice cream,” I praise. “I could suck on these cherries all day.” I slip her nipple into my mouth again and go to town.

“Don’t stop,” she crows.

My mouth devours, and I sneakily drop my hands from her tits, sliding my palms down her back to dip my fingers under her dress. I do it from above—with her dress at her waist—seeking out her ass to match her perfect tits in my mouth.

My fingers descend to readjust her in my lap when a completely new piece of information shoots heat straight to my cock.

“Kendall!” I scold, fanning my hands out over her full ass, and looking up as I massage. “Are you not wearinganythingunder this dress?”

Kendall’s eyes dilate with lust as she looks down over the rosy tips of her exposed tits. “Maybe,” she admits.

“Naughty girl,” I reprimand, clutching her naked ass and grinding her against my cock. She cries out, and I yank the yellow dress up her thighs, latching my mouth on her tits as my hands expose her bottom half. That yellow dress is nothing but a ring of bunched fabric at her waist, and essentially, Kendall is naked in my lap.

I turn relentless.

I drag her exposed pussy against the crotch of my pants, making her feel my hard ridge through the fabric. And I don’t let up as she comes from this assault, her ass and thighs trembling as her cunt ripples against my cock. My pants are between us, but I can still feel her muscles clenching as she comes. Her whole chest flushes scarlet, and I bite and flick her nipples to keep her screaming.

Her orgasm is harsher and more intense than usual.

Primal.

Brutish.

Her hips buck as I drag her pussy across my cock.

She cries out my name and falls against me when she’s completely spent, her whole body slick with sweat. That yellow dress is bunched at her hips, but the rest of her is gorgeous and naked.

I lie back against the bed, letting her fall forward on top of me so she can rest. And I stroke her back softly until her breath is no longer ragged.

“Simon,” she moans in my ear. “That was so fuzzing hot.”

I nod in agreement, massaging her neck. “Just wait till you’re under me completely naked.”

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