Page 28 of Bun Sticker

"It's feels so good to hold you like this, Clark," she whispers, her breath warm against my skin. "I've never felt this way before, never wanted anyone the way I want you. It's like I'm in the right place, with the right person, at the perfect time."

"You are, Mariah. You're— Fuck," I grunt out when she tightens her grip and increases her pace. My hardened length throbs in her hand, a hot steel rod pulsing with need.

"God, you're big," she breathes, licking her lips with unabashed desire. Her thumb swipes over the engorged head, smearing the leaking pre-cum around in a sinful tease.

"And you're fucking perfect," I grind out.

Still stroking me, she leans down to press soft kisses along my exposed chest. Her lips are like velvet and warmth spreads through me like molten honey. She traces each muscle with herlips and tongue, her mouth brushing over my lower abdomen. One quick flick of her tongue has my back arching, teeth hissing.

She hums with pleasure, then she dips lower still, trailing tender kisses down, down until finally reaching their destination—my throbbing cock. Her warm breath teases my sensitive tip just seconds before she sucks me inside the sweet heat of her luscious lips.

"Oh, fuck…” I groan, hips jerking involuntarily as Mariah swallows me down, the wet warmth of her mouth sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. My fingers find purchase in her tousled hair, not to guide her but for some semblance of my control that's rapidly slipping away.

She continues her movement, sliding up and down my length with breathtaking expertise. Pure instinct takes over as I let go, surrendering myself to this moment, to Mariah.

My release builds as a roiling wave inside me, climbing higher and stronger as she works me over with her sinfully skilled mouth.

"Don't make me come in your mouth, darlin', " I gasp, my balls drawing tight against my body. "I want to fill you up instead."

I can't help but groan as she withdraws, her lips glistening as her eyes lift to meet mine, her hand still wrapped tight around my desperate length.

"Sit back for me, city," I rasp, leaning forward. "I want access to that sweet little cunt of yours."

She relinquishes my throbbing cock and the sudden loss of warmth has my body protesting, but the sight of her scrambling back onto the grass with her knees wide brings a predatory smirk to my face as I inch forward with feral anticipation.

As I crawl toward her, I can't help but take in the sight of her spread before me, the sun casting a golden glow on her skin, highlighting the gentle rise and fall of her breasts, the flush ofarousal in her cheeks. Her invitation is clear, and I can't deny it any longer. Anchoring my hands on either side of her hips, I give a soft chuckle as our eyes lock, the pure carnal desire in them mirroring the hunger within me.

"You ready for me, Mariah?" I ask, my tone quiet but filled with raw need.

Her eyes never leave mine as my lips meet the sweet pucker of her navel, just a mere inch from the waist of her jeans, the barrier to the promised land. I run my fingers along the edge of the fabric before stopping at the top button of her fly. A soft moan escapes her lips, and when I pop the button open one-handed, that moan turns into a gasp. And after I drag down her zipper, that gasp is a hiss.

Lowering my lips to her waistband, I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her that fills my senses. It's an intoxicating fusion of womanhood and desire, a potent cocktail that has my heart racing and my body hardening to steel. Carefully, I ease her jeans lower, my eager fingers tracing the elastic edges of her soaked panties before I damn near rip them off in my impatience to get to the sweet treasure that lies hidden within.

With a lustful growl, I shove her jeans and panties aside and position myself between her legs, looking down at her wet, needy pussy. It's an intoxicating sight, her swollen lips glistening, inviting me in.

"You are so fucking beautiful," I murmur as my fingers slide into her slick folds, met with a wetness that's all silken heat and desire. Her body trembles as I circle her sensitive bud before plunging my fingers into the velvety warmth she offers.

Her inner muscles clench around me, holding onto the invasion as if afraid it might end too soon. The way her body responds—twitching under my touch, pushing back against my fingers—and those whimpers escaping from her cock-swollenlips make for an intoxicating mix of sensations that has me harder than I've ever been in my life.

"Clark," she moans, her voice thick with need and pleasure, "please, I need you. I need all of you inside me."

With a growl, I withdraw my hand and bring it up to her face, watching as she looks at me heavy-eyed and takes one—then two—of my fingers into her mouth. Mariah’s eyes flutter closed while she licks and sucks them clean, tasting herself on my skin. That seductive sight is enough to push me over the edge, but I hold back, wanting more of this mind-numbing pleasure.

“I need you so fucking bad,” I growl into her ear, shoving my jeans and boxers down further, just enough that I can position myself at her entrance.

“Then take me, Clark. You already know I'm yours.”

And with those words echoing in my head, I thrust forward into her, feeling the well-lubed heat envelop my throbbing shaft. Her inner muscles cling to me with desperation, dragging me deeper with each greedy pull, moaning, gasping. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper, harder. Her nails dig into my skin, leaving marks that will serve as a reminder of this moment for days to come.

"Fuck, Mariah. I'm so close." Every ounce of my focus is on our bodies coming together, on the way her wet heat grips me, feels like a heavenly cocktail of sin and satisfaction. I thrust deeper into her, and her breath hitches as her body tightens around me, urging me on.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice shaky and full of longing. "It's so good, Clark. Give me everything you have."

And so I do. With one final push of my hips, I let out a grunt as pleasure surges through me like a tidal wave.

"Clarrrrrrrrrrk!"I can feel her muscles contracting around me as she reaches her climax too, her walls rippling and pulsing in tandem with my own release. Our bodies become one as weconvulse and gasp for air, our hearts pounding in sync with the rhythm of our lovemaking. Because that's what this is. From the moment I met her, she's been more than just a fling. She's been my world. She's become a part of me, a piece I never knew I was missing until she walked up to me in that bar.

And now, as we lie entwined, gasping for breath and trembling with aftershocks, I can't keep that feeling inside, kissing her deeply, I pour into it every ounce of emotion I have in me before I pull back and whisper against her lips, "I'm in love with you, city."

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