Pulling her closer, he plunged into her mouth, holding her there and hoping he wouldn’t make her gag, but he couldn’t control himself. “Your mouth is so fucking hot.” With each word, he noticed her eyes darken, smoldering with passion. “That’s it. Suck harder.”
He thrust over and over, harder and faster until the electrical current of release ignited at the base of his spine, his orgasm rushing forth as he stilled, holding her head and burying his cock deeper into the unbelievable warmth.
His release erupted, and he growled, the rough sound barreling through the empty house as he fought to hold on, fought not to fall to his knees from the sheer pleasure of having her mouth on him.
Ashleigh pulled every last drop from his spent cock, bathing him in sweet warmth until he had no choice, but to pull her to her feet. “Now it’s my turn to play.” He told her, part warning, part promise. Her eyes widened and a smile tilted the edges of her lips.
He turned her until she was once again backing up to the counter and he quickly removed every last stitch of her clothing, his eyes raking over every inch of exposed flesh. She was beautiful. All gentle curves and soft, pale skin.
Because he was unable to help it, he laved her nipples, cupping her full breasts in his hands and lifting her to his lips. When he nipped the puckered tips with his teeth, she moaned, throwing her head back and he took note of what she liked. How had he ever thought she’d only want sweet and gentle? Ashleigh Thomas was fueled by the same driving hunger he was, and she continued to prove it each time they came together.
Stepping back, he walked to the kitchen table and pulled a chair away before returning to where she stood, gripping the countertops, fully naked and trembling with desire.
Sexy as fucking hell.
“Put your foot on the chair.” He told her as he crouched between her legs, separating the soft, pink folds and opening her to his hungry gaze.
Perfectly pink, her pussy begged to be touched, and his tongue longed to taste her. Every inch until she couldn’t take any more.
For long minutes, he explored her with his tongue, spreading her swollen lips with the fingers of one hand while teasing her with one finger of his other. He raked over her clit, spurred on by her erratic breathing and desperate moans, and plunged one finger deep inside of her.
He continued to play, devouring her, lapping up her sweet juices as she tried to grind against his mouth, holding his head in her hands and pulling him closer. He gave into what she wanted, spearing her with two fingers, driving deep, retreating, then going back for more.
When he latched onto her clit with his lips, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nerves, she jolted, gripping his hair painfully hard and thrusting against his mouth.
“You’re gonna make me come.” She screamed. “Alex!”
He didn’t relent, continuing to bury his fingers inside the hot depths of her pussy, using his tongue to torture her until he knew she couldn’t take anymore. He began fucking her with his fingers with blazing speed, pushing deep and sucking harder on her engorged clit until she filled the kitchen with her sensual moans.
“I’m coming!”
Ashleigh’s entire body tensed, her legs locked, her back straightened, and he felt her pussy spasm around his fingers, her clit throb against his tongue as her orgasm ripped through her. It was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen, ever tasted, and Alex vowed that from here on out, there was no holding back with her.
If he wanted her to give him everything, and he did, he was going to have to give her everything in return.
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Ashleigh had died and gone to heaven. That was the only explanation for what she was feeling. Her body was sated, a sense of euphoria washing over her even as she fought to remain upright. Thankfully she didn’t have to use her legs much longer because Alex lifted her in his arms and carried her to the couch.
“Don’t go to sleep, baby. I’m not done with you yet.” Alex kissed her neck, her chest, took one nipple into his mouth.
“I – Oh! Don’t stop.” From sated to wanting in one second flat.
His mouth was doing wondrous things to her body, causing her womb to spasm. She needed to feel him inside of her and at this point, she didn’t give a damn how he made that happen.
When he flipped them so that she was straddling his hips, she smiled down at him. Now this she could get used to. “I’m hoping you have a condom.” She said sweetly, her gaze wandering over his sinful body until she reached his eyes.
“My jeans.” He told her, apparently not planning to move from his position. Ashleigh made her way back to the kitchen, found the lone condom and returned seconds later.