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Her hand touches my chest, our bodies flush together as her lips caress mine in another, deeper kiss. I cup her face, drawing her impossibly closer, feeling my erection pressing hard against her abdomen. She gasps, her eyes flashing open, but they don’t look away. She doesn’t recoil, her chest shuddering with each breath she takes.
We kiss again and again, crossing the line from friendly pecking to serious necking. I invade her mouth, my tongue instinctively looking for hers. Wet and warm and so fucking soft. I nearly groan, my cock surging between us. Without thinking, I release her face, reaching around to cup her ass. Another feminine gasp falls from her lips, but she doesn’t object, doesn’t stop me from grinding our bodies together.
Dana touches me, her hand gliding down my side, a gentle caress against silk. Fingertips graze the bare skin of my thigh before curling up, her hand moving along the black shorts hidden beneath to touch my?—
I inhale sharply, pleasure coursing through my entire body as she strokes me over my clothes.
Dana Kirby is stroking my cock.
Fisting her hair at the base of her neck, I plant an even harder kiss on her swollen lips. “Dana, you...” Another stroke, another aching shudder through my groin, another kick in the guilt-center of my brain. “What are you doing?”
She kisses my cheek, the slightest moan in her throat. “Being bold,” she says.
Dana moves her hand. Skin against skin, she pushes it into my shorts, her emboldened fingertips gripping my shaft. I ease back, unable to fully stand, my back leaning against the nearest washer. Dana shifts forward, her little body still flush with mine as she continues a gentle stroke.
“Is this good?” she asks; a pupil’s curiosity in her voice.
I choke back a laugh. Good doesn’t even describe this feeling.
What is this feeling exactly?
I’m not sure I want to know.
All I know is that I want more.
I reach my hand in my shorts, curling my fingers around hers. She lets me guide her grip, prompting her to squeeze the base as she strokes harder. Harder.
“Like that,” I whisper, stroking with her until she gets it. “Like that...”
My other hand still clenched in her hair, I angle her face toward mine to claim her lips again. The partnership of her warm tongue in my mouth and her firm hand on my cock is a one-two punch to my system. Every nerve tingles. Every breath a shuddering groan from the chest.
I break the kiss, leaning my head back in desperate need to breathe. Her kisses continue, warm caresses on my neck and chin. Her tongue, her teeth, her lips. I grip her hair harder as my balls tighten. If she doesn’t stop soon, I’ll?—
“Connor,” she whispers, red-hot breath on my skin. “I want to use my mouth.”
Fuck, she really is being bold.
It’s so un-Dana-like, it’s unbelievable.
Far too weak to stop her, I give the slightest nod. I don’t think about it more than a second. If I did, I might stop it. If I did, I’d imagine the act in my head, and it’ll be over before it even began.
Dana lowers to her knees. I release her hair, the two of us using both hands to push my shorts down. My cock stands erect, tenting the yellow nightie in a silken bulge. She hesitates, eyes wide and mouth open as she takes a breath, before pushing up my gown.
Her gasp is... fuck,it’s sexy. The corners of her mouth angle upward, a sign of happy pleasure. I grow harder, my cock pointed upward at my navel.
I give no instruction. She’ll figure it out.
Her tongue touches my tip and I close my eyes, the sinful taboo of it almost too much to suffer. My knees threaten to buckle beneath me, pleasure taking hold. I brace myself, white-knuckles popping out as I grip the edges of the washer behind me. She holds my nightgown up with a delicate fist as she licks, her open lips teasing my dripping tip. By the time they wrap around me, the head is swollen and throbbing, mere seconds from bursting. I bite down, breathing deeply, allowing myself to open my eyes and look as she sucks on the tip so deep in her mouth.
Dana Kirby is sucking my dick.
I shudder, flexing my arms to hold myself up. She peeks up at me, little eyes beneath strands of golden hair. I reach down, pushing her hair back, taking in the view of her stretched lips gliding as she bobs her head.
Fuck. Fuck.
Oh, fuckfuckfu?—
I come with a groan I can’t smother in time.
