Page 37 of From the Embers

“That’s where you’re wrong. Now hang on…”

I blow on her pussy and she wiggles around, then I dive in, holding her thighs apart as I eat like a starving man. She groans, moving her hips to the same rhythm of my tongue, falling apart over and over again as I make her come. Jesus, if she could see herself now. She’s so damn perfect. I tease her pussy, flicking it faster and faster under she’s crying out so loud, I’m sure the whole building can hear. That only makes me wanna do it more.

I spear her with my tongue, my cock straining so hard I could come right here, right now.

“Denver!” she cries. “Ohhh, that right there, don’t stop, don’t stop, baby. Oh!”

I lap her up, rubbing my chin over her sensitive clit as she hisses. I’m not clean shaven, so I’m as gentle as I can be.

“Again!” she demands.

“That’s my girl,” I mutter. “You tell me when you don’t want me to stop and I won’t.”

“Don’t ever stop.” She rides my face and it’s such a sexy fucking position. She’s completely at my mercy. I revel in sending her over the edge until her thighs are shaking and she’s panting like she just ran a marathon. I slide her down, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You have no idea how incredible you are, do you?”

She’s panting, her hair wild, her lipstick smudged, just how I envisioned. “Your turn,” she breathes.

Before I can shift, she’s between my legs, taking my dick in her hot little hand, her ass in the air as I take her in in all her glory. I don’t even have time to hitch a breath before her tongue licks my tip and I brace, gripping the sides of the chair with an iron grasp. Oh, fuck yes.

She slides both hands onto my cock and starts to move them up and down. “Two hands,” she mutters in between kisses and licks. “It takes two fucking hands.”

I push her hair back so I can see her face. “You can take it.”

“I fucking hope so.”

I watch in fascination as she takes my cock farther into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she begins to blow me.

I didn’t expect her to reciprocate, but I’m also not complaining. Adi works her magic as I hiss, my jaw clenches because I don’t want to come down her goddamn throat. I would like to come all over those giant tits though, marking them as mine. “Fuck, Adi,” I moan, my eyes closing, savoring every moment. I love it when I open my eyes again and she looks up at me. “You keep doing that and I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“Do it,” she breathes. “I want to taste you.”

“Baby—”

“I mean it, it’s only fair.”

My fiery redhead is certainly finding her voice in the bedroom, and I’m here for it. “Only if I can paint those tits.”

I open my eyes and they lock onto hers. “Denver,” she whispers. “That is so hot.”

I’m about to answer, but then she takes all of me into the back of her throat and I’m lost. My balls tighten and then I’m coming. One hand grips her hair as I give it to her, then I let go—and like the good girl she is, she shifts so her tits are right in front of my cock, holding them together, and paint them with my cum. I stare at what I’ve just done to her, feeling no regret or remorse. Oh, I’m just getting started.

I reach out, palming them both as I rub my release all over them. I take two of my fingers into her mouth and tell her to suck. She complies.

I lean forward, suckling her nipple hard and she cries out. I don’t have an aversion to tasting myself, but this is so much more than that.

I’m not an asshole, and I’m also not a control freak, but Adelaide Wilder is mine.

There ain’t no two ways about it.

twelve

Adelaide

I watch Denver as I feed him my cum-soaked tits and I revel in his groan of appreciation. I can safely say no other guy has ever done that before, and I’m here for it.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” he says.

My eyes widen. “You don’t need a minute?” All guys need a minute, don’t they?