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“Do I have to guess?”
“I had a very interesting conversation with a guy named Dart.”
She laughs until I tell her what he had to say about an NIL deal.
She’s up on her knees, her eyes lit up with excitement as I take her in my arms.
“Up to 50K?”
I nod. Then I pull her dress down all the way and help her out of it.
Leaning in, I nuzzle the hollow between her neck and shoulder. “Is all this talk of 50K turning you on?”
She kisses my temple and caresses my face, turning me on harder than I already was. “You’re cheating.”
I press her back into the pillow and skim my hands over her hot creamy skin, all the way from her throat, down past her naval, trailing my fingers close enough to her pussy that she squirms.
“How am I cheating?” Her eyes flutter as I tease her with my finger tips, enjoying the look on her face.
“I don’t remember.” My mouth trails down her Neck to her collar bone, then dips between her full round breasts.
She chuckles softly and runs her fingers through my hair in a light, sensual motion that makes me groan.
Her chuckle is more convincing this time. “You’re so easy, Trick. Imagine if I were touching more sensitive parts—”
My fingers plunge into her folds and I bite down on her nipple, forcing her to stop talking as she makes a sexy sound from deep in her throat.
“Oooh… Trick…”
“Yes?” I circle her hardened nipple with my tongue, flicking it, as I watch her face. My fingers stroke her creamy folds, finding her center. Her hips lunge upward and she moans.
“Don’t stop…” she says in a tortured whisper.
“What if I have a desperate need to taste you, to lick all that creamy goodness—”
“Please…” She circles her hips and pulls me close. “Do whatever you want.” Her eyes are glossy and her face agonized with anticipation.
My reflex action to that invitation is to kiss her mouth, to press my lips hard to hers and then find her tongue with mine. Her hand tangles in my hair, pressing me until there’s no air between us. Nothing separating us.
Her breathing sounds as desperate for air as mine. I lift my mouth from hers and trail it down her body, her heady scent guiding me to her pussy.
She spreads her legs and murmurs my name over and over as I find her nub, smooth and glistening and pulsing with a sensitive one-lick-and-I’ll-explode-in-your-mouth look, tempting me, shouting at me.
Inhaling her scent deeply until my cock cries, I lower my mouth and lick, drinking her in as she wriggles, twitching wildly and clenching my hair in her fists.
“Oh my god, don’t stop. Trick…”
Circling her clit, I close in, kissing and nibbling as the sounds she makes grow more desperate and she promises me something if I make her come.
“I promise… don’t stop… “
I stop. “What do you promise, Fifi?” I growl, curious and needing to see her face.
Our eyes catch. She looks wild and sexy and my cock twitches in pain, needing her as much as she needs me.
“Whatever… you want.” She pants, tense like she’s on the edge of a black hole abut to be sucked in.
I smile at her and dip my head, my mouth going down on her pussy, my tongue finding her clit unerringly, and I flick. Again and again. And I don’t stop, not even when she bucks her hips and clenches, threatening to suffocate me.
