Page 36 of Taste Of You

This girl is perfection. Just gorgeous, and I am the lucky motherfucker that gets to spend the rest of his life worshipping her. God must love me.

Camille is the softest shade of pink with a cute little clit that is peeking out from its hood. My mouth waters as her scent infiltrates my senses. I’m hungry for her.

“Baby, please kiss my pussy. It’s aching for you.” That’s it. Game fucking over.

I dive for her sweet little cunt and eat at her like a sex-deprived man. Someone who’s gone their entire life without, and now has the perfect buffet spread out before him. Never thought that the one would literally walk through my door, but she has, and I can’t live a life without her in it.

She belongs beneath me, her pussy on my face, my dick buried deep within her core.

Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I kick my boxers off.

My cock, hard and throbbing, presses against her mattress, leaving a wet spot behind.

From her entrance to her swollen bundle of nerves, I swipe the flat of my tongue up her core. Her taste, this come-inducing flavor of peaches, drives me past madness toward ecstasy.

I want to come. Need it.

Only inside her. She gets it all.

Sliding a single finger inside, I push in and out slowly. Build her up, until her whimpers are screams of frustration. I want her crazy, as gone as I am.

“Just a few more licks. That’s it.” Another rush of wetness escapes, and I am quick to lap her, fingerfucking her to an almost orgasm. “Need inside my cunt. Mine.”

“Yours, Jet. Please…oh God!” At the first sight of her head thrown back, coming from my mouth, I crawl up her body and rub the head of my length against her clit. One hand cups the back of her neck, while the other rings out the rest of her pleasure. Extends it, and when she’s whimpering from sensitivity, I slide all the way in to the hilt.

“Son of a bitch,” I grunt, grinding my teeth while trying not to come. To breath in and out—compose myself. Her walls pulse, and I know this is a battle I will never win. The need to fuck is strong, overwhelming. “Millie…baby?”

“Jet, this is—”

“I know.” Bringing her closer, I kiss her lips while holding still. Give her a minute or two to adjust, and while it borders on painful, I do it for her. Wait until she smiles, and her cunt clenches a few times; a silent plea for me to move. “More?”

“Please.”

“As you wish, sweetheart.” Nipping her chin, I pull all the way out, just holding the tip inside. “I’ll make this up to you later.”

“W-What…fuck!”

Slamming back inside, I ride her hard. With no mercy. “I love you. So much.”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

It’s the symphony of our bodies joining as one, and nothing has ever felt so good. We were fated, I know that now. Accept it.

Her sweet heat envelopes me, her walls tightening each time I push inside. I shiver and look down at the sight of her taking me deep. The obscenity of it—how small she is compared to me—is an aphrodisiac.

My hands find purchase on those thick hips, and I raise her off the bed. She’s at the right height to take every punishing stroke I gift her. Lets me revel in the little splatters of wetness that seep out each time I enter her.

“Let me feel you like this, Millie. Bathe me.” Christ, she’s tighter like this and I have to fight my way back inside. Pushing her legs farther apart with my hips, I piston in and out of her, manipulating her on and off my cock.

“Too much. It’s too much!”

“Look at me,” I thunder; leaving only one hand on her hip, I grip the base of her neck with the other and apply pressure. Those blue eyes snap open, glassy and unfocused. “Never take your eyes off mine when I make love to you. Always on me.”

“Please,” she whimpers again, a keening sound bordering on deliriousness. I love it. Her like this.

“What do you want?” I punctuate every word with a hard thrust.

“So close.” Arching her back, she rubs her clit against my groin. Pressing the trembling bundle; I can feel each throb and my mouth waters. “I want to feel you pulse inside of me.”

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