Page 87 of The Deception: Hercules Valentine and I

Hercules Valentine

I managed to get her pants off, but I can’t wait until we make it to her small-ass bed or sofa. I need to be inside Paisley now.

Panties off. I toss them over my shoulder and then drop down to my knees to suck her hard knot in my mouth. Her knees go weak fast.Mm… her clit against my tongue, her whimpering and moaning… shit!

I can’t finish her off, or else I’m going to burst in my pants. I can’t let her know that’s all it takes. Touching her, tasting her, sucking her—that’s all it takes to make me blow.

I pull down my sweatpants, and my erection springs forth. She’s already seized it and is running her finger around the tip. Her finger is wet with my precum, and she puts it in her mouth.

Holy shit! That is beyond sexy.

I mug her mouth, swirling my tongue around hers. She’s moaning in my mouth, pulling me to her by my shirt. Paisley wants me so badly. That’s why I grab my cock, hoist her off the floor and against the door, and stuff my length inside her.

“Oh!” I say, stroking her wet tunnels.

She’s clinging to me like a cat, breathing in my air before sinking her tongue into my mouth. Paisley Grove is getting bolder when it comes to sex. And because of that, I’m trying to last for her, but she’s making it hard.

I pull back so I can see her jaw go slack and pouty lips part.Hold on, boy.

“You feel so…” I whimper.Hold on.

I’m cresting as that feeling energizes my cock.

“Oh, Hercules,” she cries as I work her sensitive spot. I know where it is. I can find her spot in a pitch-black room.

And then her tightness shudder around my cock, causing me to blow my load.

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