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His hand slid beneath my boxers, brushing over the curve of my ass, those long fingers sliding between my crease. When they reached my pussy, I jolted.
“Court,” I whispered against his lips, my breaths coming out too ragged. “Court, I think—”
I cut off on a loud moan as he slid two fingers inside me, and he groaned and bit my lip at finding me so wet. “Fuck,” he murmured against my mouth, pumping his fingers deeper. My grip on his hair tightened, and I scratched my nails along the skin of his abdomen as he kept thrusting in and out, relentlessly fucking me and sending jolts of pleasure through my aching clit. “No more thinking, baby.”
Without warning, he pulled his fingers from me and flipped us so I was lying on my back, breathless and dazed. He caged me in with his arms and kissed me hard, then moved to lift my sweatshirt.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said as he kissed each inch of exposed flesh, lifting my sweatshirt higher until he bared my breasts to his hungry gaze. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting hard as he pushed his hips down to rub his hard length on my thigh, letting me feel the solid heat of his own arousal. He swirled his tongue around the tight bud of my nipple, his breaths coming in harsh bursts. When he moved to the other one, still rocking his hips slowly and making me feel like I was losing my mind, he looked up at me. His pink tongue snaked out and laved my nipple, his eyes full of heat, of promise, of every filthy thing he wanted to do to me.
Then his hands were gripping the waistband of my boxers and yanking them down, pulling them off my legs and throwing them to the side. He slid his tongue down my stomach, dipping it into my belly button, and then moved lower.
“I’m gonna spread you open and taste you now, baby.” He nipped at the crease where my thigh met my groin. It made me jump, and the sensory overload was almost too much.
He wrapped his hands around the backs of my knees and shoved them up until I was completely exposed to him. “Look at that,” he murmured, staring down at me with so much hunger in his eyes. “Look how fucking wet you are for me.”
He raised his gaze to mine, his pupils blown as he licked a hot trail with the flat of his tongue over my pussy, circling my clit and then sucking that aching bundle of nerves into his mouth, using his tongue and mouth to suck and swirl until I was shaking under him. I reached down to thread my fingers in his hair, moaning with each panting breath that left me. He slid his tongue lower and slipped it inside me, then licked back up to my clit.
Every muscle in my body tensed as each wave of ecstasy built on the last. He let go of one of my legs and slid two fingers inside me, licking his way back up to my clit and circling it over and over again as he pumped in and out of me.
“Tell me that you’ve got me,” he said, his hot breath fanning over my pussy. “Tell me how much you want to let go for me.” He slowed his thrusts, staring up at me expectantly. I could barely breathe let alone speak, but he wasn’t letting this go.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you want to come for me.” He bit down on the inside of my thigh, his eyes never leaving mine. I jolted, a sharp, delicious sting shooting through my groin. It intensified when he sucked on the spot so hard it hurt.
“Tell me.”
“Fuck off,” I gasped, and when he laughed, he withdrew his fingers, set his hands on the backs of my thighs and opened me up to him. He stared down at me, and I tried to pull my legs away from him, but he wouldn’t let me. He leaned low, his eyes rapt on mine.
“Tell me how much you need me, and I’ll let you come.” He lowered himself until his lips were almost touching my pussy, then he blew on me, and the sensation was mind-numbing. Behind the amusement in his eyes, there was so much desire and desperation there that it sent me over the edge.
“I need you,” I relented, glaring down at him.
“Good girl,” he cooed, kissing me right on my pussy lips. Then he stroked his tongue up to my clit and slid his fingers back inside me, sucking hard. When he curled his fingers, my entire body clenched up and I wailed as my vision began to white out, blood rushing to my head. Wave after wave of unending pleasure crashed through me, my body squeezing around his fingers and refusing to let him go.
“Fuck,” he said hoarsely. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, lapping at my wetness as I lost it. When the tension left my muscles, I slumped to the bed. The sound of a zipper, followed by Court’s heavy breathing, drew my gaze down to where he was stroking his cock. Precum dripped from the tip as he held my legs open with one hand. He rubbed the head of his cock over the mark he’d left on my thigh with a groan, then closed my legs and moved up my body until he was pressing his cock into my mouth.
I parted my lips and sucked him inside, staring up at him as he watched me, stroking his fingers over my cheek. “Fuck. Take me deep, baby.” He pushed deeper, hitting the back of my throat. When I gagged, he reached out and gripped the headboard. The prettiest flush painted his cheeks, his eyes glistening with desire as he pumped slowly in and out of my mouth.
“Whitney,” he rasped. My eyes flicked up to meet his, and the raw need reflecting back at me had me pressing my hands into his ass and pushing him into me. He groaned, the sound rumbling through every inch of him, curling low in my belly as I slid my lips down his length, taking as much of him as I could. He hit the back of my throat and it was my turn to moan when he thrust his hips forward, reaching for the pleasure I was offering freely. As I drew my head back, I sucked and squeezed his shaft, my hand moving with my mouth until I reached the tip. Then I was moving back down, relaxing my throat and taking him deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, his voice hoarse and strained. He moved one hand to the back of my head and held me against him, pushing himself deeper, making my eyes water and my clit throb. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked him on my way back up, and we found a rhythm, until he was shaking, his entire body shuddering, his muscles rigid and the air filled with obscene sounds as I sucked and sucked, bobbing up and down and taking him deeper and deeper.
He kept rocking his hips, pumping into me and never loosening his hold on my head. I reached my other hand down to his balls, gently rolling them in my hand, and I felt them draw up, felt him tense as his breathing got louder and harsher.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing himself as far back into my throat as he could as he stared down at me with those eyes. His hot cum hit the back of my throat and he thrust slowly with his aftershocks, his eyes holding mine with a fierceness that made my pulse skyrocket. His chest was heaving as I swallowed him down, and I dragged my tongue along the underside of his cock when he slid from my mouth.
The groan that poured from his lips made me want to grab his head and press his mouth to my pussy all over again, to feel that groan vibrate through my core as he lapped at my clit.
I wanted him to thrust his cock inside me and pound into me until I was screaming.
Fuck, I was going insane.
Court moved down my body, placing little kisses along the inside of my thigh, trailing them up to my stomach, nibbling his way to my breasts, kissing each nipple. He nudged my head to the side with his nose so he could bite down on the juncture of my shoulder and neck, then sucked his way to my jaw.
I lay limp beneath him, my chest heaving as he kept kissing my cheek, my nose, my mouth. Thoughts were slow to form, and all I could do was bask in his warmth, in the way his big body blocked out the entire world and made me focus only on him.
He wrapped his arms around me and brought me with him as he settled onto his back, until we were in the same position we’d started, only this time I was practically naked. My sweatshirt was still bunched under my armpits, but I didn’t care. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck, shoving my face into the hollow of his throat. His skin was so soft and warm, and he smelled like that stupid body wash I loved.
“Thank you,” he murmured.