Page 63 of Dark Side of the Cloth (The Righteous 1)
The flavor tasted like home to her as she swirled her tongue around that bulbous head and held back a smile as Dean groaned. The sound of his pleasure had a direct line to her pussy, and the needy thing was begging for more.
Using both hands, she stroked him loving the sight of that flared head moving between her hands. Giving Dean a little grin, she sank her mouth down over the head and was rewarded with a louder groan. His cock kicked with more force than she would have expected. Bobbing her head, she found a pace and sucked hard, the small moans and flexing of his hips encouraging her to continue. She took the opportunity to run her hands down his muscular legs that flexed under her touch.
Dean grabbed her head, wrapping her hair in his hands. He held it away from her face and then thrust it up hard into her mouth. Her gag reflex kicked in, and she tried to pull away, but he held her firm.
“Take it,” he commanded.
Saliva dripped from her mouth as she closed her eyes and focused on doing as she was ordered. It took a few minutes, but her throat relaxed, and she slid the rest of the long cock into her throat.
“Oh fuck, Yasmine! Yes, that’s such a good girl.”
Like a woman possessed, she bobbed her head, making sure to touch her nose to the base of him before retreating.
“Oh, you’re going to make me come,” he said, voice strained.
Dean’s hips took over the momentum, which became faster than she could keep up with and instead held still while he used her mouth.
Tears welled in her eyes as he fucked her mouth. She took it with fervor and loved every moment. The monster in her mouth flexed, and she knew he was about to come a moment before he swore and pulled her head down hard. Hot jets hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed it down, savoring the sharp, salty taste that had a tanginess that was completely unique to him.
Much to her surprise, his cock didn’t deflate as she expected, and a swell of excitement coursed through her as he slowly pulled her up and off his cock to straddle him once more.
“I hope you don’t think I was done?”
“No, Sir.”
She smiled wide, unable to help herself, as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. All shyness gone, she lifted her hips and let him guide that cock home. Yasmine threw her head back as she was filled to the brink. Reaching down, she rubbed herself vigorously as she began to ride him, taking her own pleasure. Dean reached up and expertly rubbed circles over her nipples, making her cry out as the overwhelming sensation consumed her.
“That’s a good girl. You fuck me until I come again.”
He bounced his hips up to help her, and she obeyed. Even as her legs burned with the exertion, she didn’t quit. Screaming his name, Yasmine felt her orgasm hit twice more and soaked him before he grunted and grabbed her hips. He drove himself into her at a pace, and with such force, she knew she’d be sore after, and still she found herself begging for more.
“Where do you want me to come?”
“In me, Sir,” she moaned out.
“Fuck!” Dean yelled.
His back arched, his fingers gripping her hips with enough force that she knew she’d be bruised, and she welcomed it. She’d show them off proudly if she felt brazen enough.
She could feel his cock kicking as it gave her what she wanted, filling her up and marking her as his. She collapsed on his chest and listened to his rapid heartbeat. She felt him reaching for something but was too tired to move and moaned softly as a blanket was tossed over them, his arms wrapping around her body. She was trapped against his chest, his cock still inside of her.
As she cuddled into the warmth and security that was him, she couldn’t imagine anything better as she drifted off to sleep.
