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Author: Delilah Devlin
top of her skirt, he simply rucked it up to her waist to expose lacy green panties. The elastic gave easily as he jerked it away, exposing her nude mound. The boots went last, and he kissed the flesh he exposed as he jerked their zippers down.
Gus went down on the kneeler, lifted her thighs over his shoulders and buried his face between her legs. He loved eating women out. Loved their varied flavors and textures. Aislinn’s sex, so bare, so smooth, gave the impression of delicacy that her strong will belied.
Pretty pink inner folds protruded from between the fleshy outer lips, and he sucked them into his mouth, trailing his tongue along the thin edges, before delving between to lick up the intoxicating flavor of her arousal. Her light musk, mixed with whatever perfumed soap she’d used, went straight to his head.
He’d been hard before, but now he’d die if he didn’t have her. He rested his forehead on her belly and dragged in deep breaths, fighting for control. “Rubbers,” he gasped.
“In the drawer at the side of the bench,” she said, her voice tight.
He dragged open the drawer, letting it fall to the carpeted floor, dug his fingers into the cardboard box and drew out a single plastic packet. He tore it with his teeth and quickly rolled it down his cock. The pink condom stretched so tight it was nearly transparent. “Good enough?”
She gave a sharp nod, true desperation tightening her features.
He was right there with her. He bent again, wagging his head to widen her legs and make room for him to ravage her.
Plunging his tongue as deep as he could reach, he fucked her, using a thumb to rasp her clit, gauging her growing arousal by the restless movement of her thighs atop his shoulders and the clutch of her fingers in his hair.
When her belly and inner thighs quivered, unrelenting, he reared up, arms hooking beneath her knees, and pulled her bottom to the edge of the bench. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want you, Gus. Jesus, fuck me.”
Dipping his hips, he maneuvered his cock to her soaked entrance. He raised his face to meet her heavy-lidded gaze, jostled her thighs in his strong grip then flexed his hips.
He plunged deep, burrowing himself through her hot, silky tissues. She took it all, every hard fucking inch . When his groin ground against hers, he held still, closing his eyes for a moment and giving thanks he didn’t blow right that second.
Her inner muscles clamped around him, squeezing. His eyes snapped open to give her a hard, challenging stare. He lifted her legs, pushing at the backs of her thighs until her legs rose straight in the air.
With her legs high and her hips tilted up, her pussy cinched around his dick. He blew out a quick breath. “Baby, you’re fuckin’ tight.”
“Don’t think that’s the issue. You’re goddamn huge.”
He gave her a pained grin. Running his hands from her ankles down to her buttocks, he angled his face to the side and gave her calf a slow lick. Then cupping her bottom to hold her steady, he began to move.
Digging deep for control, he pulled slowly from her silky depths, and then plowed deep, tunneling as he came at her. He dragged slowly out, circling his hips to scrape every inch of her inner walls.
She gave a garbled groan and wriggled her butt inside his grasp. He eased back inside, helped by a fresh slick of moisture.
Again, he pulled out, and pushed inside, this time a bit more easily. He knew he was big, that friction built with each deep stroke. “How’m I doin’, Mistress?” he ground out.
She rolled her eyes. “Not the best time for talking.”
“Have to be sure I’m gettin’ it right.”
A gust of laughter shook her slender frame. “Brat! Just you wait.”
“If this is my reward, you can spank my ass any day.”
“This isn’t how I usually reward a sub.”
He believed her. What was happening between them was too potent to be anything but truly special. “Glad to hear it,” he growled.
He gave her another
Gus went down on the kneeler, lifted her thighs over his shoulders and buried his face between her legs. He loved eating women out. Loved their varied flavors and textures. Aislinn’s sex, so bare, so smooth, gave the impression of delicacy that her strong will belied.
Pretty pink inner folds protruded from between the fleshy outer lips, and he sucked them into his mouth, trailing his tongue along the thin edges, before delving between to lick up the intoxicating flavor of her arousal. Her light musk, mixed with whatever perfumed soap she’d used, went straight to his head.
He’d been hard before, but now he’d die if he didn’t have her. He rested his forehead on her belly and dragged in deep breaths, fighting for control. “Rubbers,” he gasped.
“In the drawer at the side of the bench,” she said, her voice tight.
He dragged open the drawer, letting it fall to the carpeted floor, dug his fingers into the cardboard box and drew out a single plastic packet. He tore it with his teeth and quickly rolled it down his cock. The pink condom stretched so tight it was nearly transparent. “Good enough?”
She gave a sharp nod, true desperation tightening her features.
He was right there with her. He bent again, wagging his head to widen her legs and make room for him to ravage her.
Plunging his tongue as deep as he could reach, he fucked her, using a thumb to rasp her clit, gauging her growing arousal by the restless movement of her thighs atop his shoulders and the clutch of her fingers in his hair.
When her belly and inner thighs quivered, unrelenting, he reared up, arms hooking beneath her knees, and pulled her bottom to the edge of the bench. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want you, Gus. Jesus, fuck me.”
Dipping his hips, he maneuvered his cock to her soaked entrance. He raised his face to meet her heavy-lidded gaze, jostled her thighs in his strong grip then flexed his hips.
He plunged deep, burrowing himself through her hot, silky tissues. She took it all, every hard fucking inch . When his groin ground against hers, he held still, closing his eyes for a moment and giving thanks he didn’t blow right that second.
Her inner muscles clamped around him, squeezing. His eyes snapped open to give her a hard, challenging stare. He lifted her legs, pushing at the backs of her thighs until her legs rose straight in the air.
With her legs high and her hips tilted up, her pussy cinched around his dick. He blew out a quick breath. “Baby, you’re fuckin’ tight.”
“Don’t think that’s the issue. You’re goddamn huge.”
He gave her a pained grin. Running his hands from her ankles down to her buttocks, he angled his face to the side and gave her calf a slow lick. Then cupping her bottom to hold her steady, he began to move.
Digging deep for control, he pulled slowly from her silky depths, and then plowed deep, tunneling as he came at her. He dragged slowly out, circling his hips to scrape every inch of her inner walls.
She gave a garbled groan and wriggled her butt inside his grasp. He eased back inside, helped by a fresh slick of moisture.
Again, he pulled out, and pushed inside, this time a bit more easily. He knew he was big, that friction built with each deep stroke. “How’m I doin’, Mistress?” he ground out.
She rolled her eyes. “Not the best time for talking.”
“Have to be sure I’m gettin’ it right.”
A gust of laughter shook her slender frame. “Brat! Just you wait.”
“If this is my reward, you can spank my ass any day.”
“This isn’t how I usually reward a sub.”
He believed her. What was happening between them was too potent to be anything but truly special. “Glad to hear it,” he growled.
He gave her another