Page 194 of A Lick and A Promise
I knew this when he withdrew, pulled me from the headboard, dropped to his back, positioned me over his face, yanked me down and went at me that this morning’s session was going to be a session.
Like our days of old.
I was entirely at one with that.
I rode his face with the exuberance I rode his dick, and when I was right there…right there…he tugged me off.
“Baby,” I begged.
But he was yanking me down his body.
He had his cock in hand, then he had it in me, then he rolled us without losing our connection, kept it as he rose up to sit back on his ankles, drew my legs straight up his chest, held them with one arm wrapped around them, and resumed fucking me.
Poor Cheyenne.
She had no freaking clue.
“Fuckin’ missed your sweet pussy, baby,” he murmured.
It missed him back.
However, he was fucking me so hard, I was unable to reply.
“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, you make this impossible,” he growled. “Wanna fuck your face even when I’m fuckin’ your cunt.”
I did not need Knox’s sexy talk, or I wasn’t going to last long, which was no good when we were in the middle of a session.
Sadly, he was fucking me too hard for me to share that either.
He pulled out, dropped my legs, and walked back on his knees.
“Get over here,” he ordered.
My whole body spasmed at his command, but I moved fast to get on my hands and knees, and I crawled to him.
He took my hair in his grip, pulling my head back, and he was fucking my face.
I moaned around his cock.
“Touch yourself.”
I did.
Even better.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned.
I rolled my eyes up to him, and at the dark look on his face as he watched me take his cock, I moaned again.
That went on a lovely while, until he pulled out, caught me under an arm and swung me up.
My legs circled his hips.
His cock drove home.
He fell forward onto me, and I held on tight as he rode me hard until I found it (with no clit action, totally in pity mode for Cheyenne), and the minute I did, I heard him find his.
He gave me all his weight when he came down.
