Page 105 of Rags's Awakening
He lifted his hips to help her, his eyes never leaving hers.
She ran her fingers up and down his stiff cock, then smeared the beads of pre-come over the head. He sucked in a breath through parted lips and gave her reddened nipples a sharp pull. She pushed up his T-shirt, tracing the outlines of his tats while wrapping her lips around the head of his cock.
“Fuck, baby,” he gasped, tracing his hands over her arms. “Sucking my dick feels real good, but I wanna fuck your pussy.”
“We have time for that,” she said, then pushed him deeper into her mouth.
“Damn,” he gritted.
“I love the way you feel inside my mouth,” she murmured.
“Case, I need to be inside you.”
“Don’t be so impatient.” She chuckled.
“I gotta go to a club meeting soon, baby,” he said.
Holding his shaft, Casey stroked it hard, curling her tongue around the tip and twisting in slow circles.
Lifting her eyes she met his gaze. “You have church on the weekends?” Then she went right back to caressing and sucking his cock.
The thought that she knew it was church flicked through his mind, then vanished when she took the whole length of him into her wicked mouth. “Fuck, you’re killing me,” he said, voice ragged.
“You taste good,” she murmured, tickling his balls.
The scent of her—earthy and slightly sweet—made his blood pump faster. His hands locked on her waist, hauling her flush against him, crashing his mouth to hers and driving them both into a frantic, breathless heat.
Casey pushed up and mounted him, guiding the tip of his dick inside her, breasts swaying above him. Grabbing one, Rags pulled it into his mouth and sucked while he tweaked the nipple of the other into a tight point.
“I love the way you make me feel,” she gasped, arching back.
“Fuck, woman, you’re on fire. I can’t hold out much longer.”
Bending down, she whispered, “Same here,” then sealed her mouth over his, her hips rolling up and down his shaft. He kissed her back, licking and sucking, memorizing the taste of her. He ran his hands over her ass, gripped her luscious cheeks tight, guiding her as she rode him. He ripped his lips away, then slowly dragged his middle finger down and slid it gently over her pussy.
Casey threw her head back. “Hell, yes. That’s it.”
He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping through her wetness. “Like this, darlin’?” he grunted.
A long moan tore from her throat.
He parted her with two fingers and found her swollen nub, rubbing it in small circles. Her muscles contracted around his pulsing cock. He pulled his finger away and slipped it into his mouth.
“Damn,” she murmured, her gaze locked on the movement.
With her tits bouncing, her full lips parted, her pussy glistening, she was wild, beautiful, and… perfect.
“You’re sexy as fuck, Case,” he rasped.
Squirming over him, she bent down, her lips tracing their way up his neck in a path of liquid heat.
“I love the way your cock fills me up,” she whispered in his ear.
The sound of her voice—filthy, sweet, and completely unexpected—sent a jolt of pure heat to his gut. He gripped her hips tighter and bucked up. She moaned. His finger traced back to her pussy, grazing that sensitive spot again.
“Rags,” she cried out against his lips, and was lost.
The taste of her. The smell of her. The feel of her skin against his. Time and space had no meaning anymore. There was only her. A moment later, he joined her with a chorus of grunts and groans, shuddering through his release deep inside her.
