Page 64 of Duty

Haven’s hands curled into tight balls against the floor. “Do that, then.”

He did.

God, he did.

She couldn’t have prepared for it if she tried. His mouth was on her pussy before she even got the chance to take in a proper breath. His thumb stroked her inside while his tongue worked against her clit, and he palmed her ass hard enough to leave his fingerprints behind.

He groaned.

And she whined.

There was nothing sexier than the sound of man enjoying the taste of your pussy—nothing hotter than hearing him get off just by having your come in his mouth.

Andino squeezed her ass harder, and pulled her back into his mouth and thumb even more. She wiggled her hips, just to get more friction. That first orgasm came on strong, and fast. She hadn’t even felt it building until it was already there, and throwing her off the cliff of bliss.

Damn, was it a good cliff to jump from.

His name fell from her mouth.

Echoed all around.

He didn’t relent even a little bit. No, he just slipped that thumb from her pussy, and circled it against the tight ring of her ass as his tongue kept working her already sensitive and throbbing clit. One circle, two, and then three. On the fourth, his thumb slipped into her ass as his lips encased her clit, and he sucked hard enough to send her spiraling again.

Grasping for air.

Gasping for breath.

Gone.

Entirely.

Andino only pulled away from her once she had stopped shouting his name, and shaking. His arms circled her waist, and he pulled her down from that stage fast enough to make the fucking club spin around her. Her hair was in her face, and she couldn’t even think.

Yet, she didn’t mind.

She wanted one thing.

To get on him.

To have him.

Right fucking now.

Andino had Haven turned in his arms easily, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He fell back into the chair as her hands worked the buttons on his vest apart, and her mouth slammed against his. She could still taste her pussy on his lips—tart and hot and good. That only made her wetter; it made her cunt clench all over again with the need to have him inside her, and fucking her like he did.

Haven lifted from the chair—straddling overtop Andino—just long enough to help him get his fly undone, and his cock free. She stroked his length in her hands while he got the condom ready. All thick, hard nine inches of him that had her stomach twisting with want and need.

Fuck.

Cocks were cocks.

They weren’t particularly beautiful, or anything of that sort. They served a purpose, and got the job done. And yet, she loved Andino’s cock. Every single inch—soft velvet against her fingertips, and wet on the tip where his precum was starting to leak. She could feel his heartbeat pulsing in the shaft, and his dick jerked in her hands when she stroked him tighter.

“Fuck,” he snarled, “let me—”

His hands replaced hers. That condom was on. Then, he was pulling her into his lap again. One of her hands pulled open his dress shirt, uncaring that she popped three buttons, and they hit the floor somewhere. She just wanted to touch him; have her hands on his chest, and his mouth on hers while he filled her full.

She got exactly that, too.