Page 45 of Wicked Design
Groaning, he pulled her down and fitted his mouth to her folds, tongue skimming her nub.
The room whirled. She clutched his thighs, uncertain she could ignore her pleasure long enough to concentrate on his. God knew she was no saint. “I need a sec.”
“I did, too, when you had my cock in your mouth and wouldn’t give me a break. Good luck with your pain.” He held her clit between his teeth and licked.
Her head fell forward, the delight he created nearly unbearable. Dammit, she had to endure. Hardened against desire, she eased his cock aside and suckled his sac.
He jerked his thighs up and bumped her shoulders.
It’d take more than that to make her stop.
Still licking, he slipped two fingers into her pussy, one in her anus, and slid them in and out.
She trembled. He was too good at this and getting better by the second.
He suckled her nub, bit it gently, then lapped the small kernel.
Her breath spilled out but she refused to give up. Doggedly, she tongued his sac and fondled his rod, her thumb behind his crown on his most sensitive spot.
He lifted his ass.
She took his ball in deeper.
They worked each other into a frenzy, growls and moans filling the room. She wouldn’t cave. Neither would he. At this rate they’d kill each other. Poor Lauren would find out during the morning news after the cops swarmed this place.
Drunk with desire, Clover came for the greater good and panted around his rod.
His cum filled her mouth.
Together, they glided down, sweaty and breathless.
She fell over his leg and patted his knee. “I’ll bring our food down here. We’ll eat off you.” She crawled to the cocktail table.
