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“Hunter...” Her pretty blush turned me on more. “How are you going to breathe?”

“If I suffocate on your pussy, I’ll die a lucky man,” I replied, palming her ass, and encouraging her to climb up onto me. “I need your cum in my mouth, Posey, don’t make me beg you.”

With tentative movements, she got into position, placing her cunt right on my mouth while balancing herself on the headboard. An exasperated sigh passed my lips as I tugged her down onto me and groaned. I could taste myself and her release with the first swipe of my tongue. She was completely soaked and still pulsing as I shoved my tongue up into her.

Above me, Posey cried out, shaking, and rocking her hips. This was fucking perfect. My fingertips dug into her flesh, holding onto her, keeping her right where I wanted her while I ate her sweet pussy like I was starved. When I latched onto her clit and hummed, she detonated, spilling her release over my lips and down my chin. Like the greedy bastard I was, I licked all her juices up, craving more of her taste in my mouth.

Her cries and whimpered pleas were the finest music, spurring me on, taking more from her until she was a trembling mess, begging me to stop. Only then did I roll us and grab a condom. Posey was pliant in my arms, so soft and perfect. I bent my head to take her nipple into my mouth and sucked the hard point. She arched to me, scoring her short nails across my scalp before pressing my face flush to her breast.

I was desperate to get inside her. For a split second, I said to hell with the condom, and wanted to fuck her and only her bare. But I also wouldn’t take the choice from her. We weren’t there yet. Soon, though, I would have her without that barrier, and then she’d never be rid of me. “Fuck, Baby girl.” I went to her neglected breast and gave the hard point the same attention while rolling on the condom. “It’s about to get real.”

“As opposed to right now?” She hissed as I ran the pad of my thumb over her clit. “Stop torturing me, please, Daddy.”

Holy Fuck.

One second, I was poised to go slow and not do anything that might cause pain either of us wanted, and the next I was entering her on a long, slow stroke. She strangled my cock, clamping down on me as she wriggled beneath me. Her shocked cry snapped my attention to her face while I tried to control the urge to slam home. “I’ve got you, Baby girl. Breathe for me and relax that tiny cunt of yours so you can feel all my dick.”

“You’ve got all the dirty talk on lockdown, don’t you?” Posey muttered, arching to me as she rippled, causing me to slip forward again.

I shuddered, tensing as the best grip I’d felt in a long time wrapped around the length of my cock and nudged the piercing at the tip of my erection. “You like it?” I knew she did, because every time I said something, the heat of her juices seared me, dripping down my balls.

“Way different than a book,” she moaned. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

“As you wish, Baby girl.” I retreated then, filling her with demanding strokes, pushing aside my desires for that second, allowing her to enjoy herself. “Taste yourself on my tongue.” I kissed her then, mimicking the pump of my hips with the thrust of my tongue.

She moaned, meeting me with a ferociousness that singed my senses. She was beautiful when lost in the passion and pleasure of the moment. I couldn’t wait to see her ride me, pushing those beautiful tits into my face while she climaxed.

For now, I kept myself in the moment.

I shifted our position so her knees were over my elbows, and I could open her up more, giving me the perfect view of her pussy, taking my cock and the way her juices coated my shaft. Posey’s fingernails bit into my biceps and I knew without delay I’d have to get those marks added to my tattoos.

I always wanted to wear her marks. No matter where she dug in at, I’d have them tattooed into my flesh. In different ways, we were branding each other. Mine would be the minute I ripped the condom off and filled her with my cum, and hers would be the places she bit me or where she embedded her nails into my skin. Hell, right about now, I’d take a print of her lips and have them tattooed right at the base of my shaft.

“It feels like you’re rearranging my insides,” she cried. “It’s so good. Hurts so much, but in a good way. Make me come, Hunter.Please!”

My head was a spiral of debauched thoughts. Everything I wanted to do with her. Every plan I’d made since the day she stepped into my life. It all culminated to this second in time as she began milking my cock, tempting me to spill within her, giving her what she desired. I kissed her again, brushing my thumb over her clit, while my thrust became hurried and uneven. I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. I wanted to feel the flutters of her cunt as she climaxed. I yearned to fill her with my release.

I was going insane.

Then there was nothing. I shouted her name at the same time she screamed, clenching around me for all she was worth, coaxing all my orgasm from me as I filled the tip of the condom. My mind was blown. My thoughts quieted. I sucked air for several seconds as I gave a few lazy thrusts, floating on the pleasurable throb of one of the best orgasms I’d ever experienced.

I press kisses to her cheeks, forehead, eyes, and lips, before I settled us, so we were both comfortable. Posey clung to me. She buried her face in my chest as she trembled. I think we both needed a moment to gather ourselves before we spoke. When she finally looked at me, her blue eyes sparkled with satisfaction. Her skin glowed. She was absolutely gorgeous, spread out over my chest.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. “That was...”

“Amazing? The best? Fuck me again, Daddy?” I said playfully, earning a small giggle.

“What happens if I say yes?” she murmured.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to head back to my place, because I can’t resist you,” I said. “For now, though, I think we should get ready to go.”

It was as if the realization of where we were dawned on her as the pink of embarrassment tinged her cheeks. “Holy shit. This is Mack’s bed.” The hiss of her words had a chuckle tumbling from my chest. “Don’t laugh.”

“He knew what would happen,” I said. “If he wasn’t comfortable with us using his place, he would have gotten us an Uber or a cab.”

“But,” she dropped voice to a conspiratorial tone, “he’ll know. Know.” She glanced down at herself and the bed as my sex addled brain turned over her words.

“We’ll tidy up,” I replied. “I’ll even buy him new sheets if that will make you feel better.”

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