Page 96 of Lips On My Soul

I quickly unfasten my jeans, not bothering to free myself clear of the garments, only pushing them down enough for my cock to spring free.

Josephine sits up and comes forward on her hands and knees to lick a stripe from the base to the tip of my dick. I suck air as her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock, lapping at the snail trail of precome leaking out of me.

Her mouth is every man’s dream come true, and I nearly nut in her mouth when she swallows me to the back of her throat. She pulls back once, twice, with her tongue running along my frenum piercing, and I have to grab both sides of her face to stop her. I don’t want to come in her mouth—I want to be buried deep inside of her and fill her.

I pull myself from her mouth with a wet pop and tackle her on the bed, hooking one of her legs over my hip. My free hand cradles her neck to hold her in place. I demand her attention, waiting for her bright blues to land on mine. Her eyes meet mine, sparkling and eager, and I buck forward into her heavenly sheath. We both gasp at my ferocity.

This will not be a gentle romp in the sack or a quick fuck. This is going to be a long, hard, and rough rutting. Like two unbridled animals mating, we will join, and nothing will stop our desire.

I’m not an idiot. It’s apparent she’s applied the pheromone oil like I have. I’m confident my woman was all for an angry fuck tonight after the stunt I pulled, and she figured I’d be unable to say no if she was wearing the oil.

Little does she know that I willneverrefuse an offer to have sex with her—ever. Sex with Josephine always brings out my primordial side, but this is more—it has to be the oil. There’s no other explanation for our animalistic instincts.

Or maybe there is.

My woman does smell stronger, but it’s different, more potent. Her cream and sugar taste hinted with tangy citrus was exceptional. Could it be because she’s…Holy hell!

My heart races with what this means. It’s the start of everything for us.

It explains why I didn’t want to shoot my load in her mouth and be balls deep for the deed instead. My subconscious already recognized what was happening with my need to ravage her before my mind could comprehend.

Mate her. Breed her. Fill her up with your seed.

Setting a grueling pace, I release her neck and grab hold of the headboard, pummeling deep into her lusciously tight heat. Harder and harder, I thrust into her, tilting my hips in order to hit her G-spot.

When I hear Josephine groaning, I know I’m tapping her good. I want to roar like a damn lion, pride filling my chest for making her feel amazing.

My mind races with how to conduct this perfectly. It’s imperative that we climax together for optimal success.

Josephine’s blue eyes are dark and hooded, her mouth set in a perfect little O. Pants and moans pour freely from her as her pleasure races to the summit, and I’m chasing right after her.

Higher and higher we climb, skin slick with sweat and slapping against each other with increased tempo. My knuckles are turning white from my death grip on the headboard, and I can feel the cords in my neck popping to the surface. There’s only so much more I can take before I burst.

My woman loses control when I talk filthy. The filthier I make it, the sooner she shoots off—time to turn on the saucy poetics.

Licking my lips, I lean forward to capture her lips in a scorching kiss. Moving on, I pepper her face with kisses before curling my head into the crook of her neck, sucking and nipping at the citrus taste of her skin.

My lips travel to her ear. “I want to feel your juices coat my balls while you milk me dry with your tight little pussy. I want your magical cunt to pull the pleasure right out of me and into you. Come for me, baby.” I bite down gently on her neck and it does the trick.

Josephine gasps. Her body quivers and convulses around my inflated, hard cock. I have to fight against her tightness to pump deeper into her. I curse, shaking to hold myself up as her pussy clamps around me like a vise. I’m on the brink of a blackout when her snatch pulls me in, hitting the back of her cervix.

Suddenly, I’m lost, flying over the cliff in the arms of my woman, my hopes, my future. Ropes of my come shoot straight to her womb, already open and waiting for my seed to establish residency.

Exhausted, I collapse on top of my Pixie, but I don’t dare pull out of her. I seat myself snug against the back of her sex. There’s no way I’m pulling the plug on this operation.

After a few minutes, Josephine wiggles and strains underneath me, letting me know she’s uncomfortable. I roll us to our sides, but I’m not allowing myself to slip out.

This close to her, breathing her scent in and knowing what I know, I find myself hard again in mere minutes.

Ready to pump her full with more of my seed, I roll ‘till I’m on top of her. I go to move my legs and I’m trapped, my jeans and underwear tangled around my ankles, unable to break free with my boots still on.

“Fuck!” I try to pull away to remove my remaining clothes, but Josephine locks her ankles behind my ass, preventing me from going anywhere. Her legs are fucking strong and can hold on for dear life.

Oh, I am totally taking advantage of this.

“You ready for more, Pixie?”

Josephine bobs her head. “Yes, please. I need you again.”

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