her tits. Her nipples are hard and pointing, begging me to taste them. I bend down and suck one into my mouth. She moans, arching her back. While my tongue flicks over the hard bead, my other hand cups the other soft, silken mound. I pluck her nipple and pinch it between my fingers. She’s writhing under me, clawing at the bedsheets, her head tilted back and her eyes shut.
I love how sensitive she is.
I love how she loses control.
“Bryce,” she moans, burying her hands in my hair. Her nails scratch along my scalp and the sweet pinch of pain has my cock jerking in my swim trunks.
Letting her nipple go with a hard pop, I kiss my way down her body and slide my fingers under the straps of her bikini bottom and tug them down. I growl when I see the soft patch of hair and burying my nose in it, inhaling her sweet scent. I lift her legs over my shoulders and bury my face between her legs.
I flatten my tongue along her sheath and lick from front to back.
Her thighs tremble as she shouts.
It’s loud and no doubt the people outside can hear her since the doors are open.
I’m not going to stop.
I plunge my tongue into her tight hole, gathering her sweet juices and humming in appreciation with how sweet she is. She’s tastes like a fucking peach. My nose rubs against her clit as I eat her, rolling my tongue inside her.
“Oh god,” she cries.
I slide my tongue out and lick her lips before sucking onto her clit. I plunge one finger inside her, then two, then three, and she’s rutting against my face for more friction. “Bryce, I’m going to come,” she warns.
It only has me finger fucking her faster and harder.
“Yes! Bryce! Mmm.” She rolls her head back and forth as she comes. I remove my hand and replace it with my mouth to drink her juices.
So wet. So tasty.
When she’s shaking, quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm, I sit back on my knees and suck my fingers into my mouth.
She takes me by surprise by lifting up too. Her hands fumble while she tries to untie my shorts. She yanks and pulls until my cock swings free. She tugs the swim trunks down to my knees and wraps her tongue around the crown.
“Oh fuck,” I groan.
My hand flies to the back of her head to keep a gentle touch on her and she sucks the tip into her mouth. Watching my cock leave her mouth nearly has me coming down her throat. Her lips are stretched wide, her eyes meet mine, seeking my approval and I grunt when she takes more of me in her mouth.
“You suck my cock so good, baby,” I mumble, loving how her head bobs up and down. “If you keep this up, I’m going to come,” I warn her when I feel the tingle at the base of my spine and my toes curl.
The little vixen cups my balls instead and quickens her pace. With a savage sound vibrating my throat, I push her off me and crawl over her. Before she can ask why I stopped her, I thrust into her and both of us moan from the feeling of rightness.
She’s tight and hot, milking me perfectly as I drag my cock along her walls.
I don’t go easy on her.
I fuck her, gripping her hips for leverage as I hold her in place.
“Bryce, oh my god!” she screams, stretching her arms over her head to grip the rails of the headboard.
The bed slams against the wall. Every thrust is harder and harder. I’m not sure what has gotten into me, but I feel this need to show her that she is mine and that I can care for her.
She needs to know that I’m not going anywhere.
“Abby,” I moan, laying my cheek against her leg. “You feel so good. I swear, you were made me for me,” I say, wrapping my arm around her legs and flipping us over so I’m on my back and she’s on top.
Oh, hell yes. She looks fucking good up there. Her small tits bounce as she rocks on my cock, and I can tell she trepidatious because we haven’t done this position before, but my god, why haven’t we?
“You belong up there,” I tell her, squeezing her left breast as she rides me. “On your throne.”
Her brown hair flips over her shoulder as her hands land on my