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Indulgent Pleasures

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“I’m gonna come,” he warned, he always warned, but she wanted him to come so she nodded, deep throating him until she felt him shudder, felt that first hot spurt of liquid spill on her tongue.

His groan ripped through him, ripped through her and she sucked him dry, drinking every last drop of semen that flooded her. His taste coated the inside of her mouth, her throat, her entire being and she loved that she just swallowed the essence of him. That he was now a part of her.

God, she needed this man so much. Almost too much.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Stephanie had just given him the best blow job of his life. He’d never come so hard, ever and when it was over he’d slumped on the bed, his body a quivering, useless piece of flesh.

She’d stretched out beside him with a satisfied smile curling her lush lips, her skin flushed a pretty rosy pink. She was still in her bra and panties, the thin pink lace teasing him with glimpses of her nipples, her pretty pussy and his cock made a half-hearted attempt at rousing back.

Justin couldn’t even speak, he was so spent. He could only grab her by the back of the head and kiss her, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth, catching a taste of himself. It didn’t bother him, hell it turned him on and his cock surged yet again.

“Did you like that?” she asked when their lips parted. The confident tone in her voice told him she already knew his answer.

Their lips met again, lingered and he rolled over, pinning her beneath him. Her soft curves formed to his hard muscles, her breasts squished against his chest and he slid down, paying them extra attention.

“You know I liked it,” he said against her lace-covered breasts, dotting her skin with quick little kisses. Her nipples strained against the fabric and he bit one, then laved the pain away with his tongue.

“Justin,” she protested but she didn’t mean it. He knew his Stephanie liked a little pain mixed in with the pleasure and he planned on delivering exactly what she liked. What she wanted.

He always aimed to please when it came to her.

“You taste so sweet.” He circled his tongue around her nipple, wetting the fabric of her bra until it clung to her skin.

Stephanie clawed at his back, her legs moving beneath him, restless. Now she was the one who was anxious, eager, more than ready for him to take her to the next level and he was in the mood to draw it out. Make it good for her and good for him.

“Take it off,” she whispered, thrusting her breasts in his face.

He did as she asked, his hand going to her back and quickly undoing the snap. He helped her discard the bra until she lay beneath him, her beautiful breasts exposed to his gaze. His mouth.

Shooting her a quick smile, he drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking it deep. She arched off the bed, a little cry escaping her. And when he moved to the other breast, her shout was loud enough to rattle his concentration.

“I need you inside me, Justin,” she urged, the little pants sounding in the back of her throat so sexy he couldn’t help but do what she asked.

He moved to her side, his hands going to her panties and shoving them down with one pull, sliding them down her thighs. She spread her legs, exposing her glistening pink depths and his mouth watered at the sight.

She wanted him inside her and he wanted nothing more than to lick her, consume her.

If he wanted to take a little deviation, he didn’t think she’d protest.

Pushing his head between her spread legs, he licked, one long, slow search of her drenched folds. She moaned low, her legs widening even more and he rested his hands on the inside of her thighs, holding her in place. He circled her clit with his tongue, dabbing it with just the tip. It pulsed beneath his touch before he swooped down and searched her completely.

She was so wet, drenched really and he tasted her sweet cream as he searched her folds. His tongue teased her entry, the little hole giving a flutter and grab, trying to take him deeper. He resisted, slipping his finger inside instead.

“Oh yes,” she cried, her hips thrusting against his face, sliding up and down on his finger. He added a second one, then a third, giving her a good finger fucking as he continued to bathe her clit with his tongue.

His name dropped from her lips again and again, her head rocking back and forth against the mattress. Her face was a mask of agonized pleasure. Eyes closed, cheeks rosy, her freckles a stark contrast against her skin. He watched, enthralled with her as he continued to lick and thrust and when he curled his fingers, nudging her G-spot her eyes flew open in surprise.

Their gazes collided, her cheeks flushing even more and she continued to stare at him, seemingly fascinated with what he was doing.

For extra effect, he drew out his tongue, circling the throbbing little bundle of nerves again and again before he dived deeper, sliding through her folds. His eyes never left hers, enjoying the desperate expression on her face too much to look away.

She didn’t look away either.

“Harder,” she whimpered and he gave it to her, his fingers thrusting in and out of her welcoming body. His tongue and lips worked her into a frenzy. She thrashed beneath him, her hips lifting, her breaths rapid and she trembled.

Then she fell apart.



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