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My orgasm is drifting closer, growing with each breath, filling me with the potential. I close my eyes and let my head fall back, focus on what’s coming.
It’s like the heavens have opened, shined upon me, and the angels are praising his work.
Not really, but it’s one of those perfect moments, when my body is in tune with his and I follow the rising tide of pleasure, swim along, let the bliss envelope me and shudder with each beat of my heart.
He sucks and plays with my clit, fingers stroke my G-spot until my cunt is clenching in a rhythm only it knows. Again, again, again.
He’s not f**king me hard, but slow and sure, working toward an explosive, yet gentle, release.
My breath is coming in frantic staccatos. That tongue… those fingers…
I try not to make any noise, keep my passionate response quiet, but it’s impossible. The pleasure is unbelievable and I hear him growling between my thighs, the vibrations just making my arousal dance higher.
“f**k, Mr. Collins…” I whisper, whimper and moan, his fingers becoming more demanding with each passing second.
The sensual, carnal feelings are overwhelming me, taking over and surrounding my cunt until that’s all I am-a big bubble of pleasure that’s about to bust.
“C-coming…”
Because I am, right there at the edge, I’m about to fall, and I hope he’ll catch me. I get a few, fast and deep thrusts accompanied by a fierce suck to my clit, and that’s all I need. I bite my lip to contain my scream, and I feel a gush of liquid between my thighs, telling me I literally came all over his mouth.
Shudders wrack my body, force me to tremble and twitch while my climax sings through my veins. I couldn’t control myself if I wanted to.
But he keeps up his ministrations, unsatisfied with what I’ve given him, until I come again… and again… body overwhelmed with the bliss he’s drawn from between my thighs. He’s yanked it from me without permission and I let out a low wail of not quite protest.
The moment the sound leaves my mouth, Mr. Collins is there, dragging me into his arms and welcoming me to his warm embrace. He pets my back, soothing me as best as he can, while my mind swims up from the abyss of ecstasy and back to reality. “Shh, good girl. Did you like that?”
Unable to trust my own voice, I nod instead. Eyes closed, I feel for his face and find his lips, kiss him deeply and taste my cream on his lips, my own femininity mixed with a hint of soap from the bath water. I love it.
“I need more. f**k me, Kri. Fill me. Show me I’m who you want.”
He strokes a single finger down the bridge of my nose. “Greedy girl.”
He sounds just as needy.
“Uh huh. f**k me with that fat f**king cock, Mr. Collins.” I lick the side of his jaw, voice low and breathy. “I know you want it. Want this teenage p**sy, don’t you?” I breath out, let the heated air fan his face, and lust tinges my tone. I wiggle one arm free of his hold, and lay my palm over his jean-clad groin. His dick’s hard, ridiculously so. I’m surprised he managed to walk or move.
Mr. Collins makes a strained, whining noise deep in his throat, and his dick twitches when I knead him, stroke his shaft through the cloth.
“Open your pants, Kri,” I urge him closer to temptation. “I want to see you.”
He stands and we both fumble with his zipper, the front clasp of his jeans. Of course, it doesn’t get us anywhere with too many hands working toward the same goal.
“I’ll get it.” He hisses in irritation. I don’t take offense. I like that he’s annoyed he can’t give me what we both want fast enough. Love that he’s so hot for me. “You stay put.”
I obey like a good girl gone rotten and watch while he pops the button on his jeans, lowers the zipper then shoves the jeans from his hips. His cock is straining behind his briefs. I stop him when he moves to drop those, as well. “Wait.”
He pauses and lowers his hands, one palm coming up to stroke my cheek.
But I have eyes for one thing and one thing only: that virile cock.
My mouth suddenly waters while I stare at the dick outlined behind the thin cotton. Mr. Collins is so large, he’d put a porn star to shame.
I reach out, stroke and pet his cock, trace his shaft with my palm. Even with the barrier between us, I can feel his heat. He’s granite hard and unspent… and all for me.
The tip of his hulking crown leaks, dampening the fabric with evidence of his arousal and the stain is filled with the scent of pure male.
I lean forward, blow on his flesh and watch as the warm air glancing his skin earns me a shiver in response.
“Harper…” His voice is deep and rough, a warning growl.
I don’t care.
I close the distance between us and mouth the head of his dick, tease him with a flick of my tongue over the head and moan at the hint of his musk that’s seeped through the fabric.
His fingers tangle in my hair, as if I’m his lifeline, the only thing holding him steady.
I bite the fabric, trace his shaft, tempt him through the thin fabric and revel in the responding twitch of his cock. I’m making him harder with each passing second, teasing him with my lips, teeth, tongue.
I want him crazy for me, ready to do anything for relief.
I curl my fingers over the waist of his briefs and, ever so slowly, inch them over his cock and down his legs. His thick shaft bobs free, curving upward toward the sky, more than ready for me.
His scent is stronger now, the thick musk calls to me, begs for me to come closer. No. I don’t want this to be quick, a few sucks, and it’s over. I want to savor this time.