I growl against her wet, heated flesh, a little angry and very aroused with the turn this has taken.

Her hips roll, and I can easily tell it’s her seeking, trying to satisfy her own needs rather than a continuation of her dancing to the music.

Desperate to feel her convulse against my tongue, I double my efforts, skillfully using the bump of my nose on her clit as I tongue her entrance to my benefit.

“Finn,” she pants, and just like the couple of times tonight when she said it before, my cock threatens to erupt with nothing but the stimulation from my sweats to set me off. “Coming!”

The warning is nice, but I knew she was there before the word rolled out of her perfect mouth. Her core flutters against my tongue before the real pulsing of her orgasm begins, and I just know I’ll relive this moment for the rest of my life.

The scent of her deepens as her orgasm rolls through her body, starting right in the middle of her before reverberating through her torso and limbs.

Making a woman come is pleasurable for me, so I make sure it happens every time I have this sort of encounter, but there’s something different settling inside of me when Kendall does it. I’m desperate to feel that flutter, to hear the low moan within seconds of it happening, so I triple my efforts, licking, sucking, tonguing at her until it happens again.

My attempt at a third time is thwarted by the tips of her fingers literally breaking my skin in an effort to get away from me.

Without releasing her, I pull my mouth away, looking up to find dreamy eyes and parted lips staring down at me. My own mouth seems swollen, and when she runs her fingers over my bottom lip as if she’s praising them, they tingle at her touch.

“Want you inside of me,” she whispers, her words slow, a sleepiness to them that makes me imagine her saying the very same thing when she wakes in the middle of the night, desperate for me to fill her.

Standing, I guide her to the sofa, pushing my sweats down my thighs as I go. She chuckles, her eyes locked on my lower half when my clothing gets caught on the end of my cock, but she’s helpful, reaching down to grip the base of me with one hand while pulling the fabric free. Her touch is cool compared to the heat of my rod, and I revel in the difference for a moment, standing still and waiting to see what she’ll do next.

Her hand looks miniature compared to mine, making my cock look even bigger. My chest puffs up a little at that, and she shakes her head when she looks up at me.

“Gloating?”

“Didn’t say a word,” I say, my words husky and still filled with unsated need.

“You don’t have to.”

She grips me once again, and maybe she’s to the point she can take a breather, but I’m desperate for more than a little touch of her hand. She’s had two orgasms, the second one right on the tail of the first. I’ve gotten no form of relief.

“Kendall,” I groan when she seems just content as can be to explore my length and compare it to the size of her hand.

I kick my sweats free of my feet and turn to sit down on the sofa. Fucking her in my bed would only lead to me being tortured with the memories of her there while she’s down the hall in her own room. I don’t need the headache that will bring. I have no idea how things are going to go once this is over and we have a serious talk.

“It’s just so—”

“Ready, Kendall. It’s ready. Slide that pussy down it, babe.”

“I figured you wanted my mouth with how often I find you staring at it,” she teases, both with her words and the trickle of her fingers down my aching shaft.

“Fuck,” I grunt, knowing that it’s impossible to make that decision.

Staring at her mouth was more about wanting to know what her lips taste like. Letting my mind drift to her using it to taste me was too damn dangerous to consider.

“Hard choice?” she asks, gripping me tight again.

My balls tighten, drawing up as she lowers to her knees between my splayed legs.

God, she’s going to make the decision for me, and I fucking love it.

Her hot breath skates over the glistening tip as she watches my face, and now I understand her reaction when I did the same to her earlier. It’s absolute bliss. Literally, the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.

Her tongue sweeps out, tasting the precum from the tip, and God I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong because this is the best thing I’ve ever felt. Unbidden, my hips jolt, causing my cockhead to brush her lips. I groan with need, doing my best not to grip her head and choke her with my dick.

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