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“Georgia,” I murmur as I gaze down at her, my voice shaking and urgent. “Let me show you how beautiful I think you are.”

42 | Georgia

THE TASTE OF my own strawberry lip gloss lingers on Henry’s tongue as I kiss him, a ragged gasp escaping from both our lips as I grind my hips into his.

He thinks I’m beautiful.

Gripping the hem of his t-shirt with my fingertips, I urge him to take it off as he rocks against me, teasing my throbbing clit with his erection. Without hesitation, he discards his shirt before hungrily pulling my own over my head, the delicate pointelle fabric stretching with his grip.

He thinks I’m perfect.

My skin prickles as the warmth of his toned hand moves up my back and lifts me from the soft cushioning of the living room carpet. My legs resting over his lap and bare chest pressed against his own, he seamlessly pulls down my fabric shorts as a hungry groan escapes his parted lips.

“I know you’re already so wet for me,” he whispers, his free hand grazing over my thighs as I breathily groan in anticipation.

“Please let me touch you, Henry–”

“Be patient, baby.”

He smirks against my lips as he kisses me earnestly, and my pussy instantly aches with need.

Setting me down against the carpet once more, Henry’s muscular figure towers over me as he kneels between my legs. Green eyes piercing into me desperately, trailing from my lips down to my glistening clit, he slowly unbuttons the waist of his jeans and allows for his jutting erection to spring from the constricting fabric.

My breath hitches as I take in his naked, sculpted figure; every muscle carved deeply and enhanced by the golden tan of his skin.

He likes me more than he’s ever liked anyone.

Henry strokes his straining cock at its base as he watches me, heat flickering in his eyes and cheeks flushed crimson.

“Will you open that pretty mouth for me?” he asks, his voice gruff and tortured.

I nod, obediently beginning to sit up, when he stops me. In one quick movement, he removes a pillow from the nearby couch and places it beneath my head as I lie against the floor, sweeping my hair out of the way as he does it.

“Good girl,” Henry grunts as he places a muscular leg on either side of my torso, hovering his weight above me as his pre-come drips between my breasts.

Wetness pools beneath my pussy as I stick out my tongue, gently circling it around his pulsating tip as I grip the base of his cock.

“Fuck, Georgia,” he whimpers as he feverishly rakes his fingers through the top of my hair.

My body trembles in searing arousal as I engulf his dick in the wet heat of my mouth, my lips wrapping around the base in perfect rhythm with my groping hand. His hips jerk in response to my movements, and his lips part in ecstasy as saliva pours from my reddened lips and onto my heaving tits.

“Shit, Georgia. Oh my fucking god…”

His voice shakes in between ragged breaths as I take all of him. He tightens his fingers around my hair instinctively, burying himself in me and allowing his throbbing erection to graze the back of my throat. My eyes water in pleasure as he starts to slowly thrust his hips back and forth. With his abdomen grinding against the tip of my nose with each pump, Henry holds the back of my neck still – anchoring my position as he sinks himself into me.

“Look at me, baby” Henry orders, his cock pulsating as my swollen lips grip his base.

I flick my eyelashes up at him, a rough gag escaping my throat as he plunges forward again and the salty taste of his pre-come fills my senses with an insatiable desire.

“You’re so perfect,” he mutters, his raspy voice sweetened as his body quivers in pleasure.

I grip the plush carpeting beneath me as his thrusting grows ragged and breaths quicken, my head and neck still held fervently against him to satisfy his every need. I groan in pleasure, my clit throbbing with more intensity every second.

“Fuck, Georgia, I-I’m gonna come,” he stammers, his head tilting back as his grip tightens on my hair.

Tears drip down my cheeks as his come releases into my throat, a primal moan leaving his lips as his cock throbs with fiery bliss. His urgent thrusts slow to a stop as he draws himself out of me, his cock still standing upright and dripping with my saliva.

“God, you make me feel so good,” he growls as he greedily pulls me toward him, clasping my wet and swollen lips to his own.