Page 78 of Wrong Pucking Player

I shiver at her touch and loosen my hold in her locks.

She moves her hand up and down my length, allowing me to relax while I let my eyes close just a bit to enjoy the stroking movement of that delicate hand. Her grasp reminds me that I’m on the larger side in the cock department; the circumference of my cock versus her hand should tell her she can’t get someone with this length just anywhere.

Maybe Armani…

I have to stop thinking about him.

I mentally shake my head so I can get his image out of my mind. This is my time to be with my girl and focus on this thriving energy that’s ready to explode.

Worry about the competition later.

“Then get sucking, Xandra,” I give her permission and let go of her strands, so she has free rein on what to do next.

I use the chance to lower back on the edge of the bed, knowing she’ll shuffle closer until my tip is being taunted by her explorative tongue. I shiver at her touch, unable to stop myself from being hypnotized by her movement like a performing snake dance that hopes to reel me in until I’m completely vulnerable to their strike.

My Xandra can be a Viper if she wants to.

Moments like these prove she knows just how powerful she is in this element of sexual pleasure.

When she’s had enough of teasing the head of my length, she takes me in one clean swoop, leaving me to groan loudly while I let my head fall back, and my hands further rest on the creaking bed.

Was she always this good at sucking cock?

Despite the brief break, I know it won’t be long. It would be a blessing if I even lasted a minute at this rate.

That idea gets thrown out the window as my whole body grows tense when she moves agonizingly slow up my cock with the edge of her teeth skimming my flesh ever so slightly.

“Sh…it,” I curse and bite my bottom lip hard, but no amount of pain can slow down the rush of euphoria that’s seconds from destroying my senses.

She catches onto my reaction, knowing I’m much closer to my release than originally anticipated, so she sinks back down on my cock at an even slower pace until she’s at the very base and running the tip of her tongue around the spot where her tatted name lies.

I try to fight it, but she does something I can’t comprehend until it’s already happening.

She reaches below and squeezes my balls perfectly.

Any last restraint crumbles.

My entire body is rigid as I’m overcome by my paralyzing climax.

“Fuck, Xandra!” I growl and groan as my climax rips through me.

I actually see stars when I come out of that euphoric wonderland, leaving me to close my eyes for a moment and fight off the mere possibility of passing out entirely.

You never realize how debilitating vertigo is until you experience it far more often than you’d like.

They say many times it’s induced by stress, but does having the best orgasm ever count?

“That mouth of yours is God sent, Wildflower,” I praise as my eyes open halfway to watch her lick the last remnants of my load along my tip. “You love teasing me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, clearly out of breath to a lesser degree, but nevertheless, worked herself to breathlessness.

I should return the favor.

“On the bed, Wildflower,” I order with my husky voice.

The flash of excitement in her eyes has me lazily smiling at her in return. Watching her gather the energy to get off the floor and onto the bed pushes me to do similar as I rise up from the edge of the bed and turn around.

Reaching over, I slap Xandra’s ass before she can turn over, rewarding me with a gasp of surprise. My cock twitches from the sound as my need to take her doggy style and pump my cock into her deeply with every slap of those round ass cheeks takes over my previous motives.

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