Page 15 of The Love Dealer

I lifted Bre into the air and circled her legs around me. Feeling her hardened nipples and warm, wet center had me groaning into her mouth. Placing Bre in the center of the bed, I turned to find my jeans and cursed under my breath.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, scooting to the middle of the bed.

“I thought we would only kick it tonight, so I don’t have any condoms.”

“I’m on birth control. I trust you.”

“I trust you, too,” I replied, heading toward the bed. “Besides, tonight is about you. Even if all I do is taste you, I want you to leave this room satisfied.”

She released a soft chuckle that turned into a yelp when I gripped her ankle and used it to turn her over onto her back. Pulling her down a few inches, I made my way between her legs. For someone who had no desire for sex, her pussy was soaking wet already. As much as I wanted to immediately lower my head between her legs and feast, I wanted to take my time and provide her with as much pleasure as possible.

I started at her mouth, kissing her until she was breathless. Then I made my way down her neck, titties, and chest. I placed kisses down her stomach and thighs before inhaling a deep whiff of her pussy. She smelled so good. I loved her aroma. Gripping her thighs, I slid my tongue between her folds. Her body caved into the bed as she inhaled a deep breath. As I slurped her clit into my mouth, I moaned. She tasted so fucking good.

Lowering myself to her opening, I licked up every drop of her wetness before massaging her clit with my tongue. She released soft moans as she tweaked her nipple with one hand and grabbed the back of my head with the other.

She was still a quiet lover—not a lot of dirty talk or no shit like that. I loved that about her, though, because her body spoke for itself. Between her moans and whimpers and constant creaming, I never had to wonder what she liked and if she wanted more. Over the years, I’d learned to be more present and intuitive when inside a woman. Back in the day, I was only concerned with getting a nut. I knew the wetter a woman’s pussy was, the better it would feel, so I made their pleasure a priority. It went deeper than that as a grown man… and as she released quiet curses under her breath and arched her back… I believed it was safe to say Bre was enjoying what I’d learned over the years.

I continued to feast on her pussy until she came against my tongue. When she was done, I turned her over and tooted her ass in the air. I gave both of her cheeks a soft smack before spreading them and showing her second hole the same amount of love.

“Ahh…” Bre moaned, pushing back into me. “Alonso.” Her voice was low and shaky as her body locked.

While I feasted on her ass, my middle finger circled her clit while my thumb fucked her pussy. She was wet as hell and cumming quickly as I devoured her. I didn’t want to let up, but my dick started throbbing in anticipation. Slowly, I made my way inside and stretched her pussy. Still felt like she wrapped around me perfectly.

“I missed this pussy, too,” I confessed, pulling out until just the head was inside before diving back in.

Bre whimpered before saying, “God, I missed this dick. It still feels so good.” She released a sizzling breath as I stroked her again. “Even better.”

Holding her by the waist, I gave her slow, steady strokes. It took no time before her clear, slick juices turned thick, white, and creamy. As she whimpered and hummed, I picked up my pace and hardened my strokes. The sound of her ass smacking against me combined with the sound of her cream coating my shaft. I couldn’t resist smacking and kneading her ass… getting lost in its roundness.

“Keep this ass open,” I commanded, after she mentioned how hard my dick was.

Bre held her cheeks, causing her ass to open and close, and I stroked her deeply. The sight had me mesmerized. I knew she was on the verge of cumming when she released her cheeks and grew completely silent. Her walls tightened around me as they leaked even more.

“You about to cum?”

She looked back at me with lazy eyes as she struggled to breathe. Bre nodded, but I wanted to hear her. I wanted to hear that low, raspy tone. Smacking her ass, I told her, “I asked you a question.”

“Babe,” she cried softly, burying her head in the sheets.

“Are you about to cum on my dick?”

“Yesss,” she moaned, relaxing further into the bed.

Bre inhaled a deep breath before her body shuddered and walls pulsed as she came. Biting down on my bottom lip didn’t stop me from moaning as I watched in awe. It took control, but I was able to wait until she was done completely before gripping her waist and shooting my seeds inside of her. I held her still until my body stopped jerking against her.

She laid down, like this shit was over.

“You acting like you don’t remember who I am,” I taunted, putting her back on her knees and lifting her back to my chest.

As I slipped back inside, she released a low, “Oh my God,” through trembling lips.

One hand wrapped around her neck while the other massaged her clit. Each whimper and moan was like music to my ears… but my goal was to make her go silent again. Gripping my thigh, she tried to push me out and put some space between us.

“You know better. You can’t run from this dick.”

“I—mm…” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and mouth hung open partially. Her walls acted like they didn’t want to release me as they tightened against my dick. Her moans turned into choppy breathing as she wrapped her arm around my neck and held me close.

With my mouth to her ear, my moaning and heavy breathing caused her to shiver and cry out.

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