CHAPTER 17 #2
"Oh, is that so?" I murmured, my voice dropping into a sultry, low register that I couldn't control if I tried.
I spun around slowly within the tight circle of her embrace, turning my body so I was facing her fully.
Her robe was loosely draped over her shoulders, exposing the smooth, unbroken brown skin of her chest and the sharp curve of her collarbones.
Her eyes were dark, heavy with a raw, unfiltered desire that didn't have an ounce of corporate hesitation in it.
"Of course it’s true," Terra teased, her gaze dropping to my mouth before she leaned down, burying her face in my neck again, her lips trailing fire across my collarbones.
Her hands slid down to my ass, gripping me firmly through the silk.
"Wanna check right now and see exactly how hungry this kitten is? "
I let out a shaky breath, my fingers tangling into the short curls of her hair. "Aight... I’m done. Come here."
Terra didn't need to be told twice. She grabbed me firmly by the wrist, her grip tight and unyielding, and guided me backward through the balcony doors, straight into the shaded sanctuary of our living room.
She pulled me toward the deep velvet sectional—the exact spot where we had cleared the air hours before—and pushed me down onto the plush cushions.
Before I could even settle, she was on top of me.
Our mouths collided with a frantic, desperate hunger that made the previous night’s kiss look like child's play. Terra’s lips were wet and demanding, her tongue sliding into my mouth with an absolute authority that made me moan deep in my throat.
She tasted like pure desire, the raw energy of her hood swagger completely taking over the space.
Her hands moved like lightning, tugging at the silk sash of my robe, parting the fabric until my chest was completely bare to the cool air of the living room.
I didn't waste a single second either. I reached for the collar of her robe, ripping it back over her shoulders.
Just like she had hinted, Terra had absolutely nothing underneath.
Her naked body was stunning, a flawless expanse of rich, smooth brown skin, her breasts firm and heavy as they pressed flat against mine.
The friction of our bare skin rubbing together sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my brain.
The clothing hit the floor in a tangled heap of silk and cotton, leaving the two of us completely exposed on the wide cushions of the sectional.
The apartment was completely silent except for the heavy, wet sounds of our mouths sliding together and the ragged, desperate gasps for air we took between kisses.
"Miley... please," Terra groaned against my lips, her hips rolling against mine in a slow, agonizing grind that had me seeing stars. "Don't make me wait. Please."
I didn't answer with words. I slid my body down the length of her, my hands gripping her thighs and spreading her sexy legs wide across the velvet cushions. I dropped to my knees on the soft rug at the base of the couch, my heart hammering against my ribs as I looked up at her. Terra’s head was thrown back against the armrest, her eyes tightly shut, her breathing coming in short, shallow puffs.
I leaned in, my long box braids draping over her inner thighs like a silk curtain, and went straight for her cunt.
The moment my lips touched her, I realized she wasn't lying—she was already completely soaked, her sweet, musky cream coating my lips instantly. I let out a low growl, my tongue darting out to lick a slow, heavy stripe up her slit, heading directly for her engorged clit.
"Oh, fuck, Miley!" Terra screamed out, her voice cracking as her fingers immediately thrust down between her legs, tangling desperately into my braids, her knuckles turning white as she held my head tight against her pelvis.
I didn't hold back. I began feasting on her clit, using long, firm strokes of my tongue to swirl around the sensitive little bead, slurping on it with a rhythmic, heavy pressure that had her hips immediately bucking off the couch.
At the same time, I slid my right hand between her thighs, slicking two of my fingers in her abundant juices, and plunged them straight into her tight, burning slit.
"Yes! Right there! Oh my god, fuck me, Miley!" she thrashed on the couch like a bitch in heat, her legs shaking violently against my shoulders.
I curled my two fingers inside her, finding that sweet, textured spot on her upper wall, and began pumping her aggressively.
Squish. Squish. The sound of my fingers working inside her wet, tight pussy filled the quiet room, completely driving both of us insane.
I increased the speed of my tongue, slurping and sucking on her clit like it was the only thing keeping me alive, while my fingers ruthlessly pounded her from the inside.
Terra was completely unhinged now. She was twisting and turning against the cushions, her lower body caught in a wild, uncontrollable frenzy of pleasure. "I’m about to cum, Miley! I’m deadass about to cum, babe! Don't stop, please don't stop!"
I didn't. I pushed harder, my tongue relentless, my fingers curling and striking her sweet spot over and over again with a vicious, loving rhythm.
Suddenly, Terra’s entire body went rigid as iron.
She let out a loud, piercing cry that tore from her throat, and then, the juices started spraying from her cunt.
It wasn't just a regular release; it was a literal deluge, a violent, hot fountain of her fluid that erupted right against my face and mouth.
I loved every single second of it. I kept my mouth wide open, catching as much of her sweet, tart nectar as I could, swallowing her down while my fingers stayed buried inside her, riding out the violent, throbbing contractions of her orgasm.
She squirted over and over, soaking my lips, my chin, and my nose, until she finally collapsed back against the cushions, panting like she had just run a marathon.
I pulled my fingers out of her soaking wet slit with a wet pop, and slid my body up the length of her chest. I looked down at her pretty face, my lips dripping with her fluid.
"Taste how much you love me," I whispered in a filthy tone.
I slammed my mouth over hers, opening wide as I forced her to taste every single drop of her own fucking nut.
Terra let out a deep, satisfied moan into my throat, her tongue immediately tangling with mine, eagerly lapping up her own flavor from my lips.
I kissed her deeply, our mouths sliding together in a wet, sticky, and completely heartfelt embrace that sealed the absolute dominance of our connection.
I could see the pure, unadulterated adoration swimming in her dazed, heavy eyes.
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"My turn," Terra purred, her voice dropping into a raspy, bedroom growl as her hands clamped down onto my shoulders, heavy and unyielding.
She didn't just move me—she pinned me, ruthlessly reversing our positions until she was hovering over me like a predator, her bare skin radiating a wicked, suffocating heat that told me exactly how dirty this was about to get.
She slid down the length of my body, her smooth skin sliding against mine until she dropped onto her knees on the rug between my legs.
She looked up at me, her face still glistening slightly from her own release, and a fierce, possessive look took over her features.
"Spread those sexy legs for me, Miley. Wide. "
I pulled my knees back, gripping the back of the velvet couch as I spread myself completely open for her. My heart was beating in my throat, my pulse throbbing between my thighs as the cool air hit my wet skin.
Terra didn't hesitate. She thrust her head straight between my thighs, her hands gripping the underside of my ass cheeks to pull me down to the very edge of the cushions. She went straight for my fat clit.
“Mmm,” I gasped, my head slamming back against the velvet as her warm, wet tongue made contact with my skin.
Terra absolutely adored my clit—she always had.
She treated it like a sacred altar, approaching it with a hunger and a reverence that no one else on earth could match.
She began worshipping it with her tongue, using a heavy, suctioning motion, slurping on it like a baby would with a pacifier.
The sheer, intense pressure of her mouth drew a sharp, high-pitched whine from my lips.
"Oh, god, Terra... right there," I moaned, my hips involuntarily lifting off the couch as she locked her lips around the sensitive bead, sucking it deep into her mouth while her tongue flicked underneath it in a frantic, rapid rhythm.
I was literally creaming already, my body producing a thick, sweet nectar that began to overflow from my slit.
Terra felt the abundance of it, and she shifted her mouth from my clit for just a brief second to lap me up.
Her tongue slid all the way down to my opening, drinking me in with an absolute greed.
As the heavy heat of the morning caused the cream to run down toward my ass, Terra didn't miss a beat—she followed the trail, lapping it up with a wet, heavy swipe of her tongue, her breath hot against my skin.
"God, Miley," she groaned, looking up at me for a split second, her lips glistening with my fluid. "You taste so fucking good. I love your flavor so much."
The sight of her looking up at me like that, completely dirty and utterly consumed by my body, drove me over the edge.
I reached down swiftly, my fingers tangling into her hair, and pulled her up roughly by the skull.
I slammed my mouth against hers, kissing her hard, forcing her to taste my own cream on her lips.
She tasted sweet, sharp, and intensely hot.
We exchanged a brief, breathless kiss before she let out a fierce growl and dove right back down between my legs.