Page 35 of My Never
“So needy.”
“F-fuck,” she groans, grinding her cunt against my hand, and I know she’s on the edge again already.
“The lights will be on when I make you ride my mouth. If I die smothered by your pussy convulsing against my face, I’ll die a happy man.”
Her body seizes against me, and I swallow her cries with my kisses.
Her labored breaths satisfy me in ways I can’t begin to describe. Ava sits forward and yanks on the front of my pants, searching for my zipper, and I smile. She’s feisty, and I love it. I feel her slide off the counter as she pushes me backward until my back runs into the other counter. Empty hangers clatter to the floor on either side of us. I lean back and let her kiss my neck and chest as she works my pants down and my cock free. I hiss as her fingers clasp around my bare skin.
“Take your time, I’m not going anywhere. I haven’t been touched in six months. Believe me, I’m not walking out of here.”
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She stops kissing along my pec.
“Why six months?” she asks quietly as she lightly strokes me, stepping close so that my thigh is between her thighs. I flex the muscle against her, and she puffs out a short breath, lightly rubbing her clit against it. Shit, that’s hot.
“I think you know.”
“I think I don’t, and you should tell me. We’re here in the dark, letting out all of our secrets.”
“The night of the storm, I realized I’ve been wasting my life. I want something real. I don’t want random hookups anymore. I don’t want Mindy.”
“I can understand that. That makes sense. You’re failing at the random hookup part though. Also, so you know, the night of the storm, I was so relieved when I saw that you were okay.”
“You cared?”
“I didn’t want to admit it, but, yes.”
“Come here.”
I pull her close and rub circles around her nipple as I help her ride my thigh. I kiss her senseless as she strokes my cock.
She disengages from my thigh and kisses down my chest and abs. My breath hitches the minute she goes below my navel.
“For the record, you’re not a random hookup,” I answer nervously, hoping I don’t spook her. “Mmm…I don’t expect you to d–”
“I’ve been dying to explore you since my fingers brushed against it beneath my purse at the strip club.”
“Fuuuuuck…” I breathe out harshly, remembering that night. I’m excited that she’s dying to taste me. “I sure as hell won’t stop you.”
“I didn’t think so,” she chuckles as I hear and feel her settling on her knees. I thread my fingers through her hair.
“Do you have any idea how hot you were on that stage, or what you did to me when you locked eyes with me and slid down that pole with your legs spread wide?”
“No, tell me.” I feel her breath against my cock and brace myself as she slides her fingers up and down my upper thighs.
“I’d never wanted to be an inanimate object so bad in my entire life.”
She chuckles and rewards me with a long lick from the bottom of my ball sack all the way up the underside of me to my tip. A garbled bunch of sounds leave my throat as she chuckles again and slides her hand in the trail of spit, lubing me up. Oh fuck, I’m not going to last long. My head falls back and hits the wall with a thud as her lips, those fucking red lips, wrap around me and sink me deep into her throat once. Testing me out.Holy sweet mother of—...
“Tell me how you like it…” she whispers dirtily against the head of my cock, flicking it with her tongue.
“Hell, Ava, I can’t even think. You are doing so good. I’m not going to last long.”
My fingers flex in her hair when she wraps back around me and starts going at it, working her mouth and her hand in such a good, torturous way. When she involves my balls, my breath seizes in my chest, and my cock jerks in her mouth. She hums in encouragement, and I help pump just a little. She swallows me at the back of her throat, and I groan, pistoning just a little bit more. It’s so fucking good. Her hand on my balls leaves and grabs my ass, pulling me in and slamming me into the back of her throat, and she gags. I gasp and pull back, apologizing to her, but she squeezes and pulls me back close, swallowing and gagging again.
