Page 65 of Blue Line

“Why don’t you bring your pussy back up here, and I’ll take care of you while you play.”

Don’t have to ask me twice, especially not after his performance earlier. I get situated so my pussy is in his face, and his dick is in my mouth. I groan around him when he laps at me. He moves, and then he’s holding the vibrator to my clit as he licks me.

Fucking hell.

I pull off his dick, a series of low moans escaping me as I feel another orgasm start to build.

I am not going to last long if he keeps that up.

He pulls away, and I whine at the loss of contact. “Keep my dick in your mouth while you come, Hadley. If you take it out, we’re stopping.”

My needy pussy tells me to do as he says, so I take him deep into my throat as he goes back to eating me as if I’m his last meal. Holy hell. A few seconds later, I’m coming again, this orgasm much more powerful than the last one.

Eventually, I roll off him and lie flat on my back, closing my eyes.

I hear and feel the bed shift as he gets up.

“Are you going to fuck me now, Weston?” I ask, peering over at him standing at the side of the bed with his cock in his hand.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I widen my legs. “Please. I need to feel you inside me. Here.” I circle a finger around my wet opening.

He grabs a condom from his nightstand, fumbling a little until he’s able to open the package and roll it on.

“This is going to be quick. I’m so close.” He crawls onto the bed so he’s hovering over me.

“Quick and dirty. I want it all. Give me everything you’ve got.” I wrap my legs around his waist and draw him closer until his dick is rubbing against my pussy.

He lines himself up and slides into me gradually, inch by inch. My eyes flutter closed at the way he feels inside me, filling me up.

“Move.” I tap his bicep. “I need more.”

“Anything for you,” he tells me. He captures my lips with his and pistons his hips.

“Yes,” I hiss, breaking the kiss, gripping his biceps as he slams into me over and over.

“I need you to come again,” he says, reaching down and circling a finger around my clit as he pounds into me.

“Right there.” I throw my head back, taking everything he’s giving me. “Harder.”

I pinch my nipple, and he growls. He sucks my other nipple into his mouth, biting it and then soothing it with his tongue.

I yell out my release, an incoherent babble of words.

He pulls his head away from my chest, and I whimper. He leans down and kisses me as he pistons his hips a few more times.

“Fuuucckkk,” he groans, his body tensing as he slams into me one more time before he’s coming on a roar.

He exhales, collapsing on top of me, and I wrap my arms around him, loving the feel of his body on mine.

We lie like that for a few minutes before he shifts, pulling out of me and going into the bathroom to take care of the condom. He brings me a wet washcloth and helps clean me up. I let him, then I go and use the toilet—because no thank you to a UTI.

“Hurry back quickly,” he calls after me, and I can’t help but giggle.

I do what he asks, and soon, I’m climbing back into bed with him.

“Will you go out with me?” he asks, breaking the silence, his hand stroking down my back as I lie with my head on his chest a little while later.