Page 112 of Beauty

“Wrong in your head …” I murmur, suckling at her clit. “Right in all the good places.”

The more I lick, the more frantic she becomes, and when I push my tongue into her pussy, she moans out loud.

The sound is such a turn-on that my hand instinctively moves down to my pants, and I grab my rock-hard dick and begin to play with myself.

“Oh God, don’t stop,” she murmurs.

I pull my tongue out only to say, “Fuck my tongue like I fuck your pussy.”

She bounces up and down against my mouth and rolls herself around my face, covering me with juices, the scent making me drunk on lust. Groaning, I pull out my dick and jerk off while she fucks my mouth like it belongs to her, and it fucking does.

I don’t want this mouth on any other girl but her.

I’ve never wanted to have someone ride my tongue until today.

Until she reminded me of just how much I love her and just how far I’m willing to go for her.

To the end of the fucking earth and I still wouldn’t give up.

“F-Fuck,” she murmurs.

I don’t hear her swear often, but I love the sound.

“Yes, come all over my mouth,” I groan, circling my tongue inside her.

She clutches the headboard, desperate to hold something as her pussy clenches and all wetness pours out. Her moans sound strangled like she’s almost out of breath. My eyes drag over her body, over the sweet, supple skin, her perky tits and peaked nipples, all the way to her scrunched-up face lost in blissful satisfaction.

And even though my cock is still brimming with unspent seed, I am more than fucking satisfied.

Because this … this is nothing short of perfection.

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Aurora

I’m completely lostin euphoria, my whole body humming to the tune of the orgasm I just had. Nothing has ever felt this good. And even though the house is still a mess and we’ve done nothing to fix it, I don’t even feel remotely guilty. Because he made me feel gorgeous. Wanted. Sexy.

His strangled groan makes me look down, breaking the orgasmic trance I felt I’d landed in. His eyes are narrowed, his body straining beneath me. And I quickly lift myself. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to crush you.”

He bites his lip and moans. “Iwantyou to crush me.”

A blush spreads on my cheeks, but it quickly fades when I realize his whole body is still tensing up. I follow his rigid muscles down from his shoulder, my gaze following his arm until I find his hand … clutching his pulled-out veiny, throbbing dick spewing pre-cum.

Oh God.

My orgasms push him so far into lust that he can barely contain himself. He pulled his dick out of his pants and started playing with himself while I rode him. He’s on the brink yet still thinking of me and me alone.

So I slide off his face and down his body, dragging myself over his cock, even though his hand is still there.

“What are you doing?” he growls. “You still owe me one orgasm.”

I lift myself and push the tip inside. “I want to do it together.”

I’ve never been this bold, but I want to do this. I want to be brave. To feel fearless like him. So I sink down onto his length, watching every inch of his face unravel with pure ecstasy.

I slowly begin to ride him, pushing myself up and down his shaft while on my knees, barely able to sit on top of the thick slabs of thigh. But he props himself up and grabs ahold of my hands, entwining his fingers through mine. And when I look into his eyes and see the pride in them, I feel as fierce as a lioness claiming her beastly king.

“Fuck,” he groans, his knees bucking, unable to stop himself from thrusting in. “Use me. Ride me. Own my fucking soul, Aurora.”