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was mouthwatering. I was convinced that his length was built to please me. Long, thick, and harder than stone at the mere mention of fucking me. I liked that most. Sometimes, men took a while to work up. Not Wes. Hint at a sexual escapade, and the man was ready to hammer into me against the nearest wall. His sexual appetite matched my own. Perfect halves to one whole.
    Using the flat of my tongue, I started at the bottom of his length and licked a line straight up to the tip. Wes’s body tightened all around me, his abdominal muscles turned into square bricks, and his hands flew to my head. I didn’t stop. Awake or not, my man loved my mouth on him, and I wanted it more than I wanted my next breath.
    Sucking at the tip, I looked up. Wes’s sleepy eyes were on me, blinking slowly. I swirled my tongue around the tip, appreciating the clear drop of liquid that appeared. I moaned around him when that salty drop tingled against my taste buds.
    “You’re a goddess. I’ll never forsake a love like ours,” he ground out between clenched teeth as I pleasured him.
    I hummed against his cock and then took him as far into my mouth as possible. What I couldn’t reach with my mouth, I enclosed with my hand. His head flopped back, but his fingers tightened in my hair. I knew he wanted to thrust but was holding back. I loved him more for the herculean restraint. If the shoe had been on the other foot, I’d have been grinding into him within seconds. Something I found he thoroughly enjoyed.
    Laying my body against his legs, I rubbed against his thigh. The ache in my clit controlled my movements. When my wet sex touched his leg, Wes pulled in a breath between his teeth. “Baby, turn around and get that pussy in front of my face. Now.”
    I shook my head and licked several lines down his shaft. “For you. Not me.”
    He gripped my hair tightly at the roots and lifted my head. “If it’s for me, turn around give me your cunt. I want your honey on my tongue when I come. Now. Turn. Around,” he growled.
    Too far gone, I scrambled around and straddled his head, knees on the pillows. Wes’s fingers slipped slowly through my wetness.
    “Jesus Christ. Did you already come?”
    I shook my head not able to speak with his fingers playing.
    “Shit, Mia, you’re drenched. When you need me like this, you take what’s yours. Now tell me, what do you need?” he asked, his mouth inches from my soaking pussy.
    I inhaled harshly. “Need to come,” I admitted shamelessly.
    “Then you shall.” He laid a hand on my spine and ran it up to where my head hovered over his sex. “With my cock down your throat.”
    Not waiting a second longer, I laid my lips sideways on his dick and pressed open-mouthed kisses in a path up to the top. He was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum by the time I reached the top. When I got to the wide crown, I gasped. He’d chosen that second to wrap his lips around my clit and suck hard. The gasp was quickly followed by a gag when he pushed my head down and thrust his hips so his cock went down my throat, the same time his fingers plunged into my sex.
    My body went off like a rocket, jerking and spasming in orgasm. I felt like a fish on a hook. Wes’s mouth on my clit shot pleasure through me, while his fingers held me aloft, and I choked on his cock. Wes, realizing my predicament, lifted my head from his cock using a fist full of hair. An entire new sizzle of electricity combined with the pain at the roots of my hair, the furious finger fucking and clit sucking I was getting, started a new bout of arousal.
    “Mia, your mouth, sweetheart. Put it where it goes. Suck me off, and I’ll send you to the stars again.”
    Shaking my head as if waking from a dream, I got to work. Every long lick against his erection was met with a long lick against my pussy. Every suck was paired with suction on my clit. I took him deep back and forth. He mimicked the same with his tongue at my slit. At one point, his fingers gripped both