Page 167 of The Grand Duel
My Lissie girl.
She leans in, her body warm against mine, and kisses my neck. I reach out and steady her to me with my hand spread over her ass, her hand trapped between us as she dusts her thumb over the tip of my cock.
I dip my head back as she teases her lips down my chest. My stomach flexes as she licks and sucks, her teeth nipping as she goes lower.
I’d give anything to see this.
To see her like this.
I squeeze my eyes tight as she reaches my groin, her mouth and tongue anywhere but where I’m desperate for her. “Lis…”
She fists me again and pumps me, lifting my cock and sucking on my sac. She drags her tongue up, taking her time as she teases the underside of my cock. When she reaches the head, she licks once across the tip, and then sinks me to the back of her throat, sucking in her cheeks as she pulls back and slides the tip in and out of her hot mouth.
My toes curl, and I ease my fingers into her hair at the base of her head, taking a step forward as I keep her in place. When she gags, my cock kicks, and I feel the rush of precum leak out.
“Hmm,” she hums, making my gut coil.
Fuck. “How rough do you like it, baby?”
She takes me deep, my hands guiding her, pulling on her roots when my balls tighten. As she drags back, she bares her teeth down the length of me.
I moan, tightening my hold.
She sucks back down, her tongue fluttering on the underside where her teeth scraped.
Her hands work up my thighs to my ass. I drop my head back when she pulls me deeper. And it’s all I need, that green light to take over. The next time she works me to the back of her throat, I push forward with my hands in her hair and grind my hipsdeeper. She gags again, my cock coming out of her mouth hot and wet.
My heart races, the chase over the edge close. Maybe too close.
Her hands roam from my ass to my hips, our pace too fucking good and understood by the both of us. She runs her fingers up my abs, over my biceps and down my forearms. I loosen a hand from her hair and lift it, catching a hold of her fingers on my chest and linking them.
She whimpers around my cock, squeezing my hand in her grip.
“Fucking perfect, Lis.”
She moans, and my cock jolts.
She must sense I’m close and focuses on the tip, teasing me.
My mouth drops open, my hand in hers tight and punishing.
She’s too much and not enough.
She’s perfect.
When my body threatens to give, I use the hand in her hair to pull her back. “Get on the bed.”
With our hands linked, she stands and guides me to the bed. I kick off my shoes and my briefs from around my ankles. Kneeling on the bed with my hands on her hips, I dip my head until my lips meet the soft skin at the top of her thighs, kissing her. I run my nose up over her stomach until I find her breasts, my mouth toying with her nipples through the lace before I work back down.
“Charles.”
“It’s Charlie boy.”
She moans. “Please.”
I use my mouth to guide me, then dip my head and lick through her pussy, my tongue coming away covered in her.
“Good girl, baby. You made sure you were perfect for me.”