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The warmth of his skin entices me to bring my mouth there to taste him, pressing my lips to his thigh muscle, darting out my tongue to lick him.

He groans and angles his cock in my direction. There’s precum glistening on the head, but I somehow manage to resist it, instead tracing my fingers up to his hips, exploring all the hard ridges and smooth planes of his midsection, bypassing his cock to push his shirt up and run my palm over his rippled abs.

“Is this punishment,” he asks, his voice sounding tortured, “for me watching you?”

“Maybe.” I grin, slyly. “I thought you wanted me to touch you. That’s what I’m doing.”

“You know what I want.”

I feign ignorance as I trace a circle around his navel. “Tell me.”

“I want you to touch my cock.”

I adopt a sugary tone and smile sweetly as I trail my fingers down to his root. “All you had to do was ask.”

He groans as I wrap my hand above his and take over stroking him. He swells in my hand, all hot and smooth and hard. My pussy drips in my panties.

“What else do you want?” I ask, continuing to pump him in my hand. “Tell me.”

“So many things.” His voice is rough and smoky, and his eyes are focused on me in such an intense way that I expect my clothes to melt right off my body.

“Like what?”

“I want to watch you suck on my cock.”

Knowing that men are all about the visual experience, I let go of him to pull off my shirt and push my shorts and panties off. Khalil tugs his own shirt off, revealing more gorgeous inked skin, and then watches my every move as I get on all fours and bend over him. My hair falls around my face, the tips of it brushing his skin. I tuck one side behind my ear to clear the view for him as I bring my mouth down to his cock.

With the tip of my tongue, I collect his precum, and then return for a bigger lick as Khalil moans his approval. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck, before sliding down and taking as much of him into my mouth as I can manage.

As I suck on him, his hands slide into my hair, cradling my head but not forcing me or pushing me down. He seems more than happy to let me go at my own pace.

“Fuck, that feels good, Becca,” he says as I take him deep and run my tongue along his cock as my mouth retreats.

Just as I start to ramp up the action in an effort to make him come, he pulls me off of him, flips me onto my back, and buries his face between my legs in one smooth maneuver.

“What the heck —”

He lifts his head only long enough to say, “This is all I’ve been thinking about since the night I met you. I don’t know how I’ve managed to wait this long.” And then he goes at it like he really has put a lot of thought into it, thoroughly tasting and exploring, sucking on my folds and my clit, pushing his tongue and then his fingers inside me, spreading me open like he’s about to move in.

Sensations spiral up, quickly overwhelming me, and Khalil keeps his face buried in my pussy while I come, licking, sucking, teasing, keeping me riding the peak for a mind-blowing length of time. I start to recover, and he takes me up and over again, until I’m whimpering and quivering, my whole body seeming to throb with pleasure.

“Please fuck me,” I moan.

He grabs a condom from who knows where — I can barely manage to open my eyes — and flips me over, urging me to lift my hips. I scoot backward toward him, desperate to have him inside me, and thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait.

The head of his thick cock nudges at my wet entrance, and then he pushes inside, hitting a spot that makes me squeal.

Khalil pulls back. “Are you okay?”

“I’m so fucking good,” I say, my voice partially muffled in his comforter. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

He pushes in again, hitting that special spot over and over and over, until I’m nearly crying with an overload of pleasure. His hand grips my ass, his hips press into me, and his cock keeps filling me like it was made especially for me.

“Oh yeah, fuck yeah, oh yeah —” And then I’m coming again. “Khalil! Oh my god, yes!”

I see stars behind my eyelids like on those posters that I thought were his. I’m floating, flying through the nothingness, every cell in my body activated, vibrating, soaring to its greatest height. “Khalil.” It’s just a murmur now. I’m in awe, I’m spent, I’m wrecked.



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