Wings of the Walker - CoraLee June Page 0,358

He grunted when I shivered against his palm. “It’s right. It’s so, so right.” He pulled out and started stroking my clit, moving with frantic friction as he slid up and down. I grinded against his finger while whimpering. Yeah, this felt damn right.

I quickly moved to pull his shirt off before lifting up on my toes to kiss him. The second our lips collided, he pulled his dancing finger from my slick heat and quickly removed his pants. I could feel him smiling against my lips, in true Patrick fashion. He was always playful, always fun and making sure the burdens were less for everyone else. I had a feeling that sex with him would ultimately reflect his personality, and after the heaviness of the last few months, I was looking forward to having fun and laughing with him.

The moment he was naked, I tried to pull away to get a look at the thickness I could feel pressing against my stomach. But he pulled my attention away. “Ashleigh,” he began in mock shock. “Were you just trying to take a look at my dick?” He started laughing then hoisted me up bridal style before tossing me on the bed with an oomph.

A giggle escaped my lips, and I watched as Patrick sauntered back to the door, his plump ass the only thing I could see. And I’d like to add, it was an incredibly fine one. In an instant, he spun around and faced me, dancing to music that wasn’t playing while making this rippling move with his body. His dancing put every muscle in his torso on display, and I wanted nothing more than to drag my tongue up and down each dip and groove. “If you wanted to see it, you just had to ask, Ash,” he added before lunging for the guest bed I was on and bouncing beside me. I couldn’t help but laugh as he pinned me down and started tickling my ribs. I was stuck between his muscular thighs, writhing against him during his relentless attack.

“Am I seducing you yet?” he asked in a teasing tone before leaning forward to kiss my neck.

“Definitely,” I chuckled. I arched my back to brush my breasts against his chest before maneuvering a leg over him to knock him off of me. His back hit the mattress with a thud, and I watched in awe at the way his teeth sunk into his bottom lip at the sight of me. His breathing was labored. His hand moved lower to stroke his…

Oh God, his cock was huge. I was too busy watching his muscular body dancing to notice before, but now that I was staring right at it, I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to get a measuring tape out and compare my men against one another, but I found myself gaping at him in shock. “Are you sure that’s going to fit?” I asked with a swallow.

His initial reaction was to look concerned. “I’ll make sure you’re plenty ready for me,” he whispered. I let out a sigh of relief, and his chest bloomed with pride. Men. I might not have much experience with them, but the rumors about being proud of their dicks were definitely proving to be true.

I took over, pumping his hardness with an eager up and down movement while licking my lips. He felt so thick. I could feel his pulse through the bulging veins trailing up and down it. He jolted up when I brushed along the head, rubbing along the underside of it with the tip of my thumb. “Shit, I’m not going to last very long if you keep doing that,” Patrick replied while squeezing his eyes shut.

I wanted to keep stroking him but also didn’t want this to be over before we could start. So instead, I lay down on my back and beckoned him closer. He looked at me for a moment before dipping between my thighs for a taste. “Already so wet,” he said in awe before licking up and down my slit with fervor. I could feel his delight in the grumbles he pressed against me, each vibration sent me soaring higher and higher until I was nothing more than a melted bundle of sensations at the mercy of his mouth.

I cried out, worried that the others would hear, but not really caring. “Can I do this again? How is it that you taste better than chocolate cake?” Patrick asked before wiping his mouth off