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Deep 6 (Multiple Love)

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As Andrew's fingers slide into my soft curls, gently parting my labia and finding my clit for the first time, I feel like a goddess with the strength to topple an empire.

Maybe topple is the wrong word. I feel like a goddess with the strength to build an empire.

That's what we would be. This group of men and me. The establishers of an empire. This body of mine, flesh and bones and blood, can unite them and create another generation. Their seed could fill my empty body with life. It could take me back four years to before my heart was broken, and maybe I could be that girl again. Filled with hopes and dreams. Imagining that life can be overflowing with joy, not wondering when the next heap of shit is going to fall from the sky.

The first touch of his warm, rough tongue between my legs feels like a rebirth of sorts. I don't have to be something broken. I can be something put back together again.

I can open my legs and not remember sadness but crave the building of pleasure that I surrender to.

Andrew is a master of reading me. Every twitch and quiver has him changing tempo until I'm begging him not to stop, and he doesn't. He does what I asked him for and gives me what I need, and when I come, I hold his blond head against my pussy, owning every moan and every pulse of pleasure he's elicited from me.

He kisses my belly and the soft, tender inside of my thighs. When I'm relaxed, he licks long and slow from my entrance, almost to my swollen clit like he wants to taste my orgasm for himself. I understand that urge because I have it too. For the first time in a long time, I want it too.

Andrew's wearing soft shorts with an elasticated waistband that I explore, trailing my finger over the V of muscle at his side and the undulation of his perfect six-pack. Even though his hair is blond, the happy trail running down from his navel is a little darker. I want to follow that trail to the prize beneaththe prize that has tented his shorts to extreme proportions.

He doesn't resist when I get on my knees to push his shorts down. He has to lift his ass, and when he does, his abs clench in a way that makes me whimper. Damn. This man has a body built to arouse women. It's a sacrilege that he's a mechanic, hiding all this good stuff under greasy t-shirts and worn overalls. He should be a model or a stripper or something that would involve fewer clothes.

When his cock snaps back, tapping his belly, my mouth fills with saliva and my body with power.

His eyes are on me, watching with a mix of bemusement and fascination. He's wondering what I'm going to do. Does he want my mouth or my pussy more? Or maybe my virgin ass. The memory of Greg's tongue there has me shivering all over again.

Whatever he wants, he gets me slowly bending forward, nuzzling against the light brown patch of soft hair surrounding his cock. His arm drifts across his eyes as though watching me and feeling me is too much of a sensory overload. My lips buzz as they trail up the bar of his cock, and the first taste of him that I get sends me lightheaded. I swear that giving oral sex can be as pleasurable as receiving it if you're with the right man and in the right frame of mind.

And this feels like both.

He's big, but that never stopped me with Tyler. All it takes is a little more effort to relax my jaw and a conscious effort to open the back of my throat. When I swallow him deeply, the groaning he makes sounds like it's driven by pleasure and pain.

"Fuck," he hisses, his hips jerking forward enough that my eyes water, but I don't care. I'm powerful and capable. I can make him feel better than he's ever felt before. I use all my best techniques, running my tongue around his wide head, rolling his tight balls in my palm, and taking him so deep that my nose presses into his belly. When I look up into his eyes, he's staring at me with disbelief, and I have to pull back to smile.

He's seen me in my preppy sweater and my pastels and imagined that I'm one thing, and now he's discovered I'm something else entirely. Being a surprise is awesome, but I don't pause for long. My mission is to make this man explode in my mouth. I want to taste him on my tongue and swallow him down. I want to devour him the way he devoured me.

And I do.


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