Page 4 of Range
From his head to his toes.
But his dick was the star of his show.
I took him into my mouth. My neck snaked.
Backward and then forward.
“Oh fuck, baby. I’m ’bout to nut.”
He stiffened in my mouth, signaling his climax. I removed him slowly and lowered my back onto the bed.
“Right here,” I begged, “Right here.”
I bunched my breasts in the center of my chest. My nipples protruded, piercing the cool air.
Kason gripped his dick in his right hand. His eyes met mine. Silently, I dared him to lose focus. His hand drew closer. So did the tip of him.
“Right here,” I reminded him.
Semen sprang from his dick, landing right between my breasts.
“Urgh.”
There was more to come. More of his generosity. More of his markings. His secretions seeped onto my chest and near my neck.
Prepared to drive him to the point of no return, I gripped Kason’s dick and placed my mouth around his head.
“Rang– fuck– baby wai– urgh.”
I sucked the remainder of his semen from his sack, repulsed by the idea of leaving a drop behind. My head bobbed with ease. My eyes never left his.
“Please, baby,” Kason grunted. “Shit.”
Only because he’d asked nicely, I released him. Involuntarily, my lips curved into a smirk.
“You don’t play fair,” he claimed, leaning forward.
He pecked my lips, attempting to distract me from his intrusion into my sacred place.
“Neee– uhhhhh. Kason.”
“Kason, what?”
“Please.”
“Please what?” He asked, pulling forward with his hands deep inside of me.
He knew my body well. Too well.
“You want me to stop?” He asked.
I shook my head, admitting that I was fond of the mounting pleasure.
“Then quiet down and cum for me.”
He silenced me with a kiss.
Long.
