my lip and groaned.
“ Now, ” Layne said.
He took his hand from mine and
pushed his jeans down. I was left holding the head of his cock, my fingers
still touching between my legs.
Layne put a hand to back of my head
and pulled. I came forward, my hand easing down his shaft, squeezing tight,
holding at the middle of his hard dick. My lips kissed his tip, my tongue
swirling around once, pulling back, watching a droplet slip from his cock. My
tongue lapped it up, wanting more.
I kissed his cock again and then
slipped my lips over him. I moved down and pulled back, feeling my lips rubbing
against the perfect thickness of his cock. My hand moved down to the base of
his shaft and I pumped at him.
Unless he ’ d been fucking someone else, I knew Layne was
beyond full and in as much need as me.
“ Ah,
sweetheart, ” he groaned.
His hand tightened at the back of my head. He thrust forward. “ Take it. Right fucking now. ”
His cock moved deeper into my
mouth. He started to test my limits as he pumped. Pushing and pulling, groaning
each time he inched a little deeper. My hands were shaking, my right hand now
open against the thatch of his pubic hair. My other hand still between my legs,
making small circles.
It felt so fucking good.
It chased away anything I was
worried about.
I sucked Layne harder and faster,
feeling his shaft getting thicker, tighter, knowing it was only a matter of
time before he would have to explode.
Layne reached down and grabbed at
my wrist. He pulled back, forcing his cock from my mouth. My lips trembled and
I whimpered. I wasn ’ t
fucking done yet.
“ Give
me, ” he ordered and pulled
at my wrist, taking my hand from my pants.
He lifted my hand to his nose.
“ Fuck, ” he said. “ Perfect. ” He put my fingers to his mouth and devoured them,
sucking all my wetness off my fingers. “ Fucking
delicious. ” He threw my
hand away and then grabbed my face with both hands. He inched his cock forward,
teasing my lips. “ I want to
fucking taste more. ”
Layne stepped and crouched down.
His hands grabbed the side of my pants and he pulled so hard I almost went
flying off the bed. I grabbed the sheets and cried out.
Finally … oh, hell, fucking
finally …
5.
(Shelby)
I stared down at him. His warm
breath teased my sensitive folds a second before his lips touched me. He kissed
me, gently, and then his mouth and tongue went right to work. Suckling my
tender folds, the tip of his tongue cut between and curled up, seeking out my
clit. I was so far beyond ready, my hips were already thrusting at him. I
grabbed at his hair, rocking my mound at his mouth hard and fast. If there was
such a thing as an instant orgasm, I was experiencing it in that moment. My
body couldn ’ t contain
itself. Not with Layne ’ s
massive, strong hands holding my hips, pulling at me, his tongue fucking me.
His tongue darted up and down,
bringing me to the edge of the bed and the edge of ultimate pleasure. My back
arched as I started to come, my feet straightening so hard that my calf muscles
felt like they were going to rip from my body. I barely touched the floor, my
hips, legs, pussy all quivering as the rush of heat and wetness continued to
pour from me.
And Layne was right there to savor
it all.
His mouth closed tight around my
clit and his teeth grazed my sensitive center as I cried out. Layne ’ s mouth then kissed up my mound,
right to my belly. His hands grabbed at my shirt, pulling it up as he climbed
my body. I tried to sit up and work with Layne, wanting everything off.
My shirt was gone first and I
reached back, unsnapping my bra. Layne tore at my bra, flinging it across the
room. He buried his face to my chest, growling as he kissed. His lips and
tongue were everywhere, tasting my breasts, my nipples, kissing up my chest to
my neck. I put my head back and braced myself. One hand tight around the
sheets, the other hand clutching at the back of Layne ’ s leather cut. I could