93. Nate
NINETY-THREE
NATE
Her taste has me closing my eyes.
It’s her essence. Her slick. The proof she’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
Nails scrape across my scalp, and I moan into her pussy.
I curl my tongue into her. Fucking her with my mouth.
She’s writhing. Moving and moaning. And I need to make her come again so I can leave her boneless and resting.
But knowing she’s sensitive, I give her clit a break.
Just for the moment.
Licking at her slit, I bring one hand up and trace my finger over her seam.
Rosie reacts by squeezing my head harder between her thighs.
I feel precum drip from my tip.
I want to have every part of her.
I trail my finger down.
I want to have every hole.
I circle her tight rear entrance.
I want to consume this woman.
Rosie lifts her hips toward my mouth.
I want to own her .
Because she already owns me.
“Nathan.”
Hearing her pant my name is like a shot of adrenaline to my nuts.
I press my finger just a little bit more, then I pull it away.
Rosie curses. And I shut her up by clamping my lips back on her clit.
Her curse turns into a moan.
And I lower my hand back down to my aching dick.