her to the edge of the couch.
Slouched against the lumpy cushions, she almost shot off the couch when he lowered his head and swiped his warm, wet tongue against her pussy. Her eyes closed in bliss. Oh, sweetness, that felt good.
She mewed, cupping the top of his head with her hand. Swept up in the sensations populating her body, she lost herself. Whip took and took, going on his cravings, and somehow, what he was doing with his lips—those full lips, and his mouth—that hungry mouth, and his tongue—God, he was skilled, threatened to undo her.
He circled her clit with the same talent he used on the rest of her. She moaned. Who was this man?
Why was she letting him touch her?
Why was he still here?
How could he make her feel so good?
Her butt tightened, and she pressed her sex against his mouth. The pleasure too much to hold back as he held her pelvis in his hands and manipulated her orgasm higher and higher.
She panted, no longer cold from the lack of heat in the house. Burning up, she fisted his hair, preparing herself for what was to come. She was no longer in control of her own satisfaction. What Whip was doing to her pushed her forward with no hint of direction.
She was at his mercy. Sweet, sweet mercy.
He growled against her. The vibration left her trembling. Her pussy spasmed, and any hold she had disappeared.
Her body tensed, thrown into a dizzying frenzy. Her breath caught in her chest, and her back bowed.
Jolts of desire caressed every inch of her, curling her toes. And still, his tongue kept her going and going.
Chapter 8
Whip
Twyla's let go of her hold on Whip's hair, and her ass relaxed in his hands in instant relief. One taste of her wasn't enough. He wiped his mouth against her inner thigh and stood, relieving the pressure in his jeans.
She leaned forward. He put his hand between her breasts, stopping her from getting up.
"Give me your tits, sis." He unbuckled his belt.
She blinked, remaining on the couch. He grinned. Damn proud of himself. He'd worn her out, and that was some sexual high she was riding.
He reached in his jeans and brought out his cock. His balls tightened at the freedom, and he stroked himself, showing her what he had for her.
Snapped out of the haze he'd created, she lifted her shirt over her head and reached behind her back, and removed her bra. Her breasts fell free, and her nipples stood out for him.
He licked his lips, wanting those nubs back in his mouth but knowing he wouldn't last. Bending over, he licked a path up the middle of her chest, then picked up her hands and guided her to cup her breasts together.
Straightening, he fisted his dick and glided the hardness between the perky globes in front of him. A drip of his arousal eased his way.
Forward.
Back.
Long, fucking, thrusts bringing him to the toe of his boots and rocking back on his heels, only to draw him back faster, swifter.
Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he gazed down at the sight of her holding her breasts for him. Her gaze followed his cock, and that was the hottest damn thing he'd seen in his life.
He hadn't planned on staying, and if he'd left, he sure wouldn't have put the moves on her. But, nobody was allowed to grab him when he slept.
Coming away with a dainty wrist and soft skin, he'd realized his mistake. By then, she was underneath him, her body molding to his and kissing him back.
He took his cock out between the cushion of her breasts and rubbed the head over her nipple. The nub tightened even more, and he shoved his dick back in the channel she provided, and titty fucked her.
His balls ached. He removed his hand from himself and palmed both of her breasts, finding her nipples, rubbing his thumbs in circles.
Twyla's head fell back, elongating her neck. Such a pretty sight, he pumped faster.
She righted her head, opening her mouth, and dipped her chin. Her tongue came out and licked the drop of come from the end of his dick. He dug his toes in and aimed for her mouth. The pressure along the length of his cock grew tighter as all the blood pulsated.
"That's it. Let me see that tongue." He aimed for her mouth.
Her lips closed, teasing the head of his dick. Sucking when she caught him and losing him on a pop.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Her