2.42 Mated Bliss (2)

“So fucking much.”

“I like to suck,” she declared in a raspy whisper. My eyes grew heavy watching her deeply suck my fingers in her mouth again, then releasing them with a satisfying pop. “I like to feel the pressure on the roof of my mouth. When something big and hard starts rubbing against it, it makes my pussy so wet.”

“Yeah,” I curled my fingers inside her mouth, rubbing the roof of it before pulling her face closer to mine. “Show me.”

She giggled darkly, then pushed my chest, so I laid flat on the bed. I watched as she crawled over me, working her way down my body, her movements smooth and lithe like a cat.

When she got to my prized member, her eyes grew dark as she appraised my firmness. She licked her lush lips, pumping her hand up and down me a few times before sinking her mouth over my dick.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, the tingling pull in my groin sending shivering bursts of pleasure all through my body.

“Yes!” I reached down to grab her hair from her face,