Page 87 of Mr. Hook-up

“And you want to do this here?” I growled.

Hints of dusk moved over her face, a tamelessness in her eyes. “You spent the entire takeoff and first hour of the flight with your face between my legs. I can still feel your beard, and it’s been, what, hours, followed by a nap and a long shower. It’s my turn, Easton.”

“Baby, you don’t have to beg to suck my dick. It’s all yours.”

And with that, her eyes stayed on me but her mouth lowered, sucking my crown.

Air hissed from my lungs as she began to lick around my rim. “Yes, Drake, fucking yes.” My fingers dived into her hair, guiding her, moving her where I wanted, which was down my shaft, ingesting as much of me as she could.

But she didn’t accept my direction, despite how hard I held her.

Drake did whatever she desired.

And that was taking me in slowly, inch by inch, swirling her tongue around my dick while she cupped my balls. When she licked to my base, she rotated around it, making sure to cover both sides, before she continued to my sack.

Carefully, she sucked one of my balls into her mouth, giving it the gentlest flick with her tongue, and then moved on to the other, doing the same, leaving my sack to gradually lift to my tip.

There was no way I would fit all the way in her mouth.

She didn’t even attempt it, and I wasn’t going to make her gag if she wanted to try.

So, instead, she gripped my bottom half with her hand, her lips taking over my head, and she worked her way toward the middle.

Each time she lowered, she twisted.

Her tongue twirled one way, then the other.

“My fucking God,” I roared. “You feel so good.”

That mouth.

That tongue.

The way her fingers tightened around me, the pressure with which she circled.

How she sucked my tip, like it was the end of a straw, urging my cum to the surface.

I could barely handle it.

I was hitting the back of her throat, her mouth watering over me, her tongue as wet as mine was whenever I ate her out.

I bunched her hair into my fist and watched her bob.

Up and down.

“Fuck me, Drake. You are so good at this.”

She didn’t suck my cock like she had to.

She sucked like she wanted to.

Like she craved it.

Like she couldn’t get enough of me.

Like she wanted me to have this orgasm as badly as I did.

Out of nowhere, there was a new sensation. With one hand pumping me, she used the other to tickle the skin around my sack, brushing her fingertips across it.

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