Lexi Cocker - Faleena Hopkins Page 0,12
licks his lips, hips swaying to withdraw and press back in that enormous cock before he drags it out again.
Burying my face in his neck I feel it vibrate as Gage growls, “You feel so good!”
I whisper in his ear, “So do you!”
Pleasure burns hotter with each sure stroke. I am grasping for my breath, my sanity, until I decide to let it all go.
I was never sane to begin with.
Throwing my head back, I moan, hips moving with his. We fuck faster, harder, until Gage lifts me off the counter, going to town with me wrapped around him in the middle of his kitchen, fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of my ass, then my hips, and my ass again, manipulating my body and slamming my pussy onto his wide girth. My fingernails lodge in his shoulders, find a home as this pulse grows so intense I start swearing nonstop.
Gage’s rough kiss shuts me up. He rolls his hips a few times, making me cum so hard, thick pulse stronger than my heartbeat. He pulls back to look at me. Delirious, I kiss his chin, his wet lips, bury my mouth in his neck to taste the salt, pressing my hips closer as he releases, protected and cumming inside of me with rough, primal jerks. I hold tight as he slams a foot wider for balance.
Suddenly we’re headed to his staircase.
“Are you taking this for granted?”
He grunts, “Taking what for granted?” negotiating its steps.
“You didn’t enjoy that orgasm. You’re moving on too quickly.”
He winks at me. “Because there’s more. You think we’re done?”
I rain kisses all over his face, making his ascent to the second story even more difficult but way more fun.
“I’m going to drop you if you keep doing that.”
“Don’t you dare!”
He chuckles, “I wouldn’t drop you.”
Guess I picked the perfect antidote to pain.
About time I did something right.
Chapter Seven
GAGE
That fire is staring at me as we’re lying on our sides, legs pretzeled, my cock buried deep inside. Lexi bites her lip, and I smirk, “You do that a lot.”
She moans, “Do I?” while we fuck, and tilts her chin for a kiss. I claim her mouth, enjoy her building pleasure, how much wetter she’s getting. Slippery.
Moving my hips, pulling my cock back, giving her it again, and pulling back several times more, I taste, smell, and touch the uninhibited creature who has continued to match my desire for three hours.
It’s a powerful feeling for a man being the one who inspires every gasp and moan she gives. These glistening beads of sweat slipping between her breasts are all mine. I made those.
Our muscles tense as she whimpers.
I lock my legs with hers, growl, “Cum for me,” and penetrate that shivering pussy real slow, watching frown lines deepen, eyes closed by ecstasy. The tightening around my shaft, gripping and squeezing me, taking my breath with each thick burst, it’s everything we’re meant to be doing. A pulse nears, I can feel it coming, but I hold it back to time it just right with hers. At the peak, I let go, my narrow hips moving in a rhythm I’m able to control since this is the third time tonight. I draw out the pussy’s ecstasy, waking it up for another wave of pleasure just when it thought it was over, sweet, hot, throbbing compression making me hiss and close my eyes.
I feel lips on mine, a tongue tracing, so I bite it and suck, pulling it into my mouth. With me on top we roll over, kissing until we’ve got no aftershocks left.
I guide her out of my bed.
“Where are we going?”
“Shower.”
“Oh!”
At her worried tone, I look back to ask, “What’s wrong?”
“I um…”
Stopping in the doorframe I face her. “What?”
Green eyes darken with concern as she touches her red bedhead. “My hair isn’t normally straight.” At my cocked eyebrow she clarifies, “I didn’t bring my hair products, and if I get it wet it’s going to be really curly.”
“So?”
“So…” There goes that bottom lip between her teeth again. But she meets my amused expression and sighs, “Oh well. Fuck it.”
I lift her up, cradling her as my feet stomp louder under the extra weight. “Let’s see what happens when Cherry gets wet.”
“I’ve been wet all night.”
“Touché.” I kick the cracked-open door to walk through, and set her down on cool, blue tile, crossing to swing open my tall glass shower-door for a hot rinse down. “Bathtub’s in the other washroom.”
“It’s a beautiful shower.”
I glance back, gaze