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When he rose up, my eyes landed on his cock. Long, hard, with veins threading from his balls to the smooth, pink tip.
I was going to miss this cock. I got off the bed, kneeling in front of him, and took it in my mouth, tasting the salt of his precum, feeling the ridge where his shaft connected to his head. I danced my tongue around it, memorizing every fucking feeling.
His fingers threaded through the hair behind my bun and he gripped my head, shoving his dick deeper down my throat, like we both liked. I moaned against his cock, and his knees buckled.
“Fuck, Mara, not yet.”
I backed out, moving away from his tip, and sucked on his balls. First one, then the other, letting my nose graze the length of his dick.
“Fuuuck,” he moaned.
“Lie down,” I ordered.
He followed my command, and I found the whipped cream can discarded on the floor. I put some whipped cream on the tip of my tongue before lifting his heavy sack and pressing the nozzle to lay a strip of cream along his seam. I licked it, pressing my tongue hard into his perineum.
He fisted his hand in my hair, moaning, “You’re a fucking goddess.”
I knew it. It was good to hear it.
I licked down the length of his cock again, taking it in my mouth and bobbing up and down until the salty, bitter taste grew stronger, contrasting the leftover sweetness of the whipped cream.
“Get on top of me,” he demanded, and I was quick to oblige.
I turned my back to him and straddled his legs, slowly guiding his tip into my opening. I stayed there, just the tip, until he raised his hips and I pulled back.
“Don’t fuckin’ tease,” he growled, grabbing my hips and slamming me down onto him. The length of him filled me, spreading me, easing my tension in the best possible way.
“Shit,” I moaned, slowly gliding my hips up and down. His hands fisted in the thickness of my thighs. I knew he loved this. Loved seeing my ass spread in front of him, loved the weight of my body on his.
And that made me love it even more.
I lifted my hands and released my hair from its bun, playing with it and then dropping my head back so the ends danced over his abs.
He fisted my hair, yanking, making my scalp explode with the most delicious pain. I licked my fingers and rubbed my clit, edging myself closer and closer to oblivion.
“I can feel you getting tighter,” he said. “You’re going to come with me.”
“When?” I panted.
“Five,” he said, thrusting himself deeper inside me.
“Four.” My fingers circled faster.
“Three.” He gripped my hips tighter.
“Two,” I moaned, barely holding back.
“Now,” he let out, wave after wave of pleasure coming across me as I milked his cock for everything he had inside.
I slowly lifted my hips off his and rolled to the side, our panting breaths mingling in the cool air.
“Fuck,” he said, kissing me roughly, then rolling back. “Fuck.”
I grinned, seconds from giggling. “Fuck.”
We lay there for a while on our backs, staring at the circling ceiling fan, and soon came Hayden’s soft snores. He was worthless after sex, always falling asleep so quickly.
I slipped out of bed and went to his bathroom, showering off the day, but using his soap to keep his scent on me.