Possession (Steel Brothers Saga 3)

The more she sucked my cock, the more I wanted her pussy. I licked, her taste only getting better as she sucked my cock deeper into her throat.

She groaned against my cock, sexy little vibrations that drove me insane. All the while, I sucked at her, ate at her, shoved my tongue far into her. Then I moved to her asshole, flicked my tongue in and out of the hot little rosette.

I lifted her off me to inhale. “That’s it, baby. Ride my face. Suck my hard cock.” And then I shoved my tongue into her once more.

I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her sweet tits. I found her nipple and pinched hard.

“Ah,” she groaned against my cock, her pussy exploding around my face.

I was drowning in her juices, and oh, sweet Jesus, what a way to go. I couldn’t get enough of her. I sucked and I sucked and I sucked, aching to infuse my total body with her essence.

I pinched her nipple once again, and she climaxed around me again. God, how I loved it. I sucked at her clit, tongued her wet cunt, licked her little asshole. She squirmed over me, drenching me in her sweetness.

I wanted to make her come again, bathe in her succulence one more time, but I couldn’t hold off much longer. I had to have her, and I wanted to come inside her again.

I lifted her hips from my face. “Baby, turn around and sit on my cock. I want you to ride me.”

She complied. She always did. In the bedroom at least. She turned around, and oh, how beautiful she was as she sank onto my cock. She covered me so completely, gloved me so grandly.

“Ride me, baby. Ride me and touch yourself so you come again.”

I reached forward and grabbed both of her nipples, pinching, while she trailed her hand down to her vulva and started rubbing her clit.

She rode me slowly, so fucking slowly that I thought I was going to go insane, but I couldn’t make her stop because it was so crazy good. Excruciatingly good.

“Talon, feels so good, baby.”

“Yes,” I groaned. “Ride me faster, baby. Faster.”

She obeyed me, as she always did. Her pussy sank down on me and then up, down, up down, up, down in a whirlwind, so fast, so hard that I exploded, my whole body convulsing.

I closed my eyes, pinching both of her nipples. Words escaped my mouth, but I didn’t know what they were.

All I saw was rapture, nirvana, Jade and me circling a kaleidoscope and spiral of wantonness and pleasure.

The climax went on and on, and as she kept rubbing her clit, she joined me in the rapture, coming again.

She kept pistoning, up down, up down, driving me insane. When she finally slowed down, we were both panting, sweat covering our bodies, our hairlines damp with perspiration.

She clambered off me and lay down next to me on her back. “My God, Talon. That was incredible.”

“Yeah, sure was, baby.”

“You make me feel so amazing,” she said. “I do so love you.”

I propped up on my arms and looked over at her. “I love you too. Now, tell me you’re not going out with Steve Dugan or anyone else.”

She shot up. “Are we really back to that again?”

“Why not? That’s what started this.”

She shook her head. “Talon, you will never learn, will you?”

“Learn what?”

“That you don’t own me. I don’t want to go out with anyone else. But if you’re not willing to make a commitment to me, why shouldn’t I? You’re going crazy about this. Just like you did about that damned tattoo.”

“Which you will not be getting,” I said.