Page 59 of The Gift
“Yeah, well, as you can see, he needed to take some more results. Did a couple of tests, you know.” She grins, licking her lips, trailing her fingers through his come dripping out her pussy.
I take a step back, blowing a steady breath out. She kneels up slightly, taking my shirt off, beckoning me forward with her finger. Spreading her knees wide, I’m hit again by her blossoming scent, my feet move me so my shins are against my mattress as I search for more.
She flicks her eyebrows up, opening her mouth, her tongue ready.
“I want your knot pushed against my nose, Koda. So all I taste is you.”
“Fucking hell, Bailey,” I hiss, not sure if it’s in warning or due to the volts of pure electricity that runs through my system. Either way, we both move with the same intention. I fucking love my fingers in Bailey’s hair, but nowhere near as much as I love my cock between her lips.
I glide home in one thrust. And like in my truck, she gags, but she also does this thing in the back of her throat swallowing me down. She keeps doing it, and it’s like a goddamn motorboat engine vibrating around my dick, and the heady pleasure makes me pitch up on my toes so I don’t gush straight down her throat.
I have to stop her moving. My hands wrap around her face, hoping the lack of movement slows my peaking pleasure, but it doesn’t work because she looks up at me, her eyes full of burning desire.
While I’m trying not to move, she does. Spreading her legs even wider so I can see how swollen and pink she is.
“You like my dick in your mouth?”
She tugs herself slowly backwards, holding my cock in her hand, “You couldn’t tell? I’d prefer if you moved those thighs of yours a bit.”
I growl, nabbing her retreating form. But her mouth is already open and I’m deep inside her throat before she’s swallowed or taken another breath. I move in and out her mouth enjoying each suck, lick and kiss. As I thrust in, she meets me and I hit the back of her throat, the feeling is incredible, the sight of me so far inside her mouth is just as good. Her having her nose against my knot is as hot as fuck. She moans, at the same time as she breathes out of her nose like she’s run a race. Her face turns a sweet shade of fuchsia, matching her blooming scent and the pheromones that explode in the air have me pulling away in case she chokes. Or I come.
The tip of her lips twitch and she snarls, irritated, slapping me hard on the side of my ass.
“Don’t do that. If I don’t like something, I will tell you. And for the record, I like that a lot, even your knot. You good to go again?”
She glares, those hazel green eyes of hers, swirling with angry need.
Shrugging, instead of apologising, I fist a handful of her hair with one hand, bending her backwards. Bails is stubborn, anyone can see the fight in her. I keep tugging her back before climbing up on the bed to follow her as she lies back. Kneeling over the top of her, I slide my cock straight back into her throat. Teasing her a few times, before I pull my dick right out, tapping it over her open lips, but she keeps reaching up impatiently.
I can see the triumph in her eyes, and she pulls back enough to talk, but I stop her. “Foreplay? You’ve not heard of the word?” I tease.
“Hmmm, I did do Reno before, that constitutes as foreplay, doesn’t it? You’re not going soft on me, are you?” she retorts, licking her lips.
My turn to glare. Holding one arm behind her and a fist full of hair, I fuck her mouth like she’s a vixen that’s done me wrong, and she meets every thrust I do, continually pushing me for more. Bailey giving head is an experience in pleasure. Her tongue rolls and flicks as she sucks me deeper. She looks good as I ride her mouth.
I groan when her hand wraps around my knot, squeezing it hard. A couple of tugs and I’m a goner. I hold myself deep in her throat, pumping my hips.
Her face back flushed angry red, tears mixing with my pre-come and her spit.
“I’m going to blow on your tits, Bails, then you’re going to smell like Reno and me, all fucking night. You want that?”
She mewls, her head nodding eagerly. And I watch her toy with her nipple before she fingers herself. She’s my goddamn fantasy. I push her back on my bed and stand over her so I can come over every inch of her skin. Not holding in my growl, or my possessive scent that swamps her at the same time. She wanted it all, she gets it all.
Her brows pinch, as she comes on a loud moan. I spray my seed over her at the same time.
I drop to kneel over her, my hands massaging my come over every inch of her skin, paying extra attention to the long thin scars on the side of her torso and stomach, while she floats off all dreamy and fulfilled herself.
“Now that is the perfect ending to a good night,” she says after a few big sighs, wiggling under my touch, “although, we might need to get a bigger bed, I felt bad for leaving Reno.”
“Nah, don’t. Get your ass up.”
She crawls like a drunk bed bug, gathering all the pillows on my bed along with my discarded t-shirt into a pile reminiscent of a pillow display at a bedding shop and then she snuggles in, a dreamy smile on her face. Rolling her so she’s on her back, I drop on her, pushing my chest against hers, hooking my leg over her hips and letting my junk rest against her thigh.
Bailey is all I can smell, shit, she’s all I can taste, see, and hear.
“Bails, it’s getting close,” I whisper, my mouth against hers.
She shushes me, sighing as I cover her better than a blanket could, her head resting against my arm. Both of us fall asleep with her running her fingers over my scalp.
