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Story: Kohl King

Fuck. He stared at the spot, using his tongue this time, circling the new target.

“Oh God,” she gasped.

His cock pounded as his breaths shuddered. “Yeah? You like it there?’

“So much,” she breathed.

He circled it again, slower, firmer, his groan hot.

This cry came with her fingers fisting in his hair, trying to force him.

He didn’t think he could get any hotter or harder. But that did it.

Now he needed more of that. He pressed his mouth right on that sweet button of flesh and gently sucked.

Both her hands fisted in his hair, her moans spiking as she jerked him against her. Her hips writhed and he moved his hands beneath her ass, setting her free. She lifted her hips, shoving from both directions, her cries coming faster as he gently milked over that spot, his cock grinding into the floor.

“I’m going to come,” she panted, forcing his mouth higher. “Oh, right there!” She flicked her hips against his mouth. “Oh my God, right there.”

Her announcement hit his hunger more like a threat, triggering the ruthless side of it. He lifted his mouth off of her, gasping for air, sliding his thumbs along her slick folds. He wasn’t sure what he wanted at that point, he only knew she wasn’t coming. “Not yet.”

“Please,” she begged, still fighting for it. “Suck me till I come.”

It felt like heaven was clashing with hell, and hell triumphed with afuck no.

He stood and her eyes lowered to his cock straining beneath thin black material. Before he could decide what he wanted, she was on her knees before him, hands at the waistband, pushing them down.

Hell was suddenly on his side, declaringfuckyes.

He clasped his hands behind his head, giving her full control, ready to learn what she would do with it. She exposed him slowly, gaze locking on his cock that throbbed before her breathless face.

He kicked free of his clothes and braced his legs apart, watching her hands now rising to touch. She carefully wrapped him in both of her hands, sending heat ripping up his spine.

Her eyes shot up when he gripped her hands with his, seething through the burn.

She watched him as she squeezed him harder then moved her tight grip along his shaft.

“Fuck,” he breathed, mouth open with ragged breaths as he watched.

She leaned and covered the head of his cock with a greedy suck, sending his hands to her head, breath punching through his lungs.“Jaxi,” he gushed, a beg and warning as she moaned lustily, moving her hands to his hips.

He gripped her tight, at first holding on, then moving that wet fire further down his cock, aiming for her moaning throat.

She suddenly popped off of him and lay back on the floor, opening her legs. “Fuck me,” she breathed, chest heaving.

He dropped to his knees, taking hold of her leg and opening her wide, lifting her.

She guided his cock to her slit and their breaths collided at the first contact. “Slow,” she panted, working the head in her tight heat. “I want to feel you.” Her eyes latched on to his. “Every beautiful inch.”

Fuck, he was going to explode.

He pushed into her slowly. She braced her other foot on the floor, lifting her ass higher, watching him enter her tight body with rapturous cries.“Yes,” she panted, her head dropping back. “So perfect.”

He sank deeper, trembling.

Her hand latched on to his shoulder, nails digging, moans riding every breath now. “Deeper,” she gasped. “So deep.”

He locked his hand on her hip and held it tight, pushing all the way in.