Page 94 of West Bound

“Oh shit! That’s cold!” she shouts.

I grip her waist and hold her in place as she tries to wiggle away. Instead of letting her go, I dip my face and suck the sweet cream from the concave of her stomach. Her breath hitches and I can only imagine it’s from the mixture of the cool ice cream and warmth of my tongue as I lap her up.

“Mmm. This is almost as good as you,” I tell her and look up through my lashes.

Her hands are gripped tight to the arm of the couch above her head, and she stares down at me, watching every swipe across her flesh. I curl my fingers into the waistband of her sweats and slowly tug them over her hips.

She pushes up, allowing me to slip them over her perfect ass and inch by inch, her perfection is revealed. Smooth, pale flesh, her pussy waxed bare and her pink lips juicy and glistening.

I slide one leg out then the other, and drop her pants on the floor. My fingers swirl in the mixture of sticky sweet cobbler, and I drag a handful down her body. I smear it all over her slick cunt and stare at my masterpiece.

“Look at my beautiful pussy. So sweet,” I growl, then glide my tongue through her folds. “Fuck, baby.”

She moans when I suck on her swollen clit, the medley of tastes exploding in my mouth. I sink into the couch and prop the backs of her thighs over my shoulders, then bury my face where it belongs.

I eat my sweet Peaches covered in peaches and cream and feel like I’ve fallen into a blissful dream. My tongue circles her clit and my fingers sink inside her heat. Every flick, every curl and twist of my fingers elicits a new sound, each more glorious than the last.

Her nails dig into my scalp and tug at my short strands. “Phoenix,” she cries and lifts her hips, begging me to go deeper and faster.

I give my girl what she needs and use my fingers to work her g-spot while my mouth sucks her clit.

“Oh, yes. Yes. Nix…” she wails.

I feel her drench my mouth when she comes and it spurs my own moaning. I grind my rock hard dick into the cushions, searching for the smallest relief. Vivian’s legs begin to quake as her orgasm continues to thunder through her until she’s panting and her grip loosens on my hair.

I rise from between her legs and see her laying back with one arm thrown over her eyes and a huge smile on her gorgeous face.

“Best…cobbler…ever,” she rasps.

I quickly stand and scoop her up into my arms. We’re both a delicious mess and I stride us straight for the shower.

“Yes it was. But now it’s time for you to be a good girl and get on your knees.” I reach into the glass enclosed shower and flip the water on, and slide my boxers down my legs.

My dick is solid and standing tall and already leaking pre-cum from the tip.

“Want me to suck you dry, Nixy?” she purrs and she peels her bra off, freeing her perky tits.

I shake my head. “No, baby girl. I want you to choke on my dick until I’m ready to bend you over and fuck the holy Jesus out of you.”

She giggles a nervous laughter and I love that teensy bit of fear. Peaches like to play mouse to my lion and tonight…tonight I’m devouring her whole.

We lay in bed, her head resting on my chest and her fingers circling her tattoo in a soft, soothing caress. My fingers work through her long strands and I feel full, content, with a peace I haven’t known before.

“So do you think the thrill of meeting up in the hotels in other cities will lose their appeal now that you’re moving in?” Her voice is tender and affectionate, so unlike the Vivian I first met when I arrived here.

“Peaches, nothing that involves you will ever lose its appeal. We’ll just have to be…creative.”

“Oooh. Role playing. I like it,” she jokes.

Or maybe it’s not a joke. God, I hope it’s not a joke.

“We’ll be in Oklahoma next week. How about finding me a sweet cowgirl who's looking to learn how to ride?” I waggle my brows, making her laugh.

“I think I can do that.” She props her chin on my chest and stares up at me. “I never thought in a million years that I’d be here with you. Not even my young foolish heart imagined it.”

I smooth her hair away from her beautiful face and rub my thumb across her cheek. “Neither did I, baby. But damn am I grateful.”

Her big smile shines in the moonlight that streams in and she kisses me.

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