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GIA

His lips are my undoing. They’re soft and vulnerable, and when his tongue lashes out to take back the control, I moan against his touch. He grips my ass cheeks and thrusts up inside me, his thick length hitting the perfect spot. “Yes,” I beg. “Please don’t stop.” I throw my head back, and he kisses the column of my throat, then down my chest until he reaches my sensitive breasts. They’re heavy and tender, desperate for his touch, and when his tongue sweeps over my peaked nipple, I combust around him.

“Holy fuck,” he grunts, chasing his orgasm. “Again, baby. I want you to come again with me sucking on your tits.”

His filthy tongue is an aphrodisiac to my wanton soul, and wetness spills around us, but his movements never slow. My tits bounce in his face, and he groans, sweat coating his forehead. Every muscle on his crafted body contracts under his movements, and when I feel a release of milk from my nipple, my body becomes taut, my pussy clenches, and Reed growls as he sucks against me harder. His body wrings tight, his breathing escalates, and finally, his warm cum splashes deep inside me, spilling between us as he pushes inside me again and again to drain himself of every ounce of his cum.

He pulls back to face me, and the wonderment in his eyes allows me to see straight into his soul. He loves me, and though he hasn’t said the words aloud yet, there’s not a doubt in my mind that they’re coming.

Reed Johnson may be my greatest downfall; I just hope he can always build us back up.