Page 182 of All For You Duet

I spread my thighs. “Then climb up here with that big cock where you belong.”

He picks up my foot instead, kissing my ankle and muttering, “You need more patience.”

“You need to fuck me.”

He kisses a trail up my calf while his knees crawl onto the edge of the bed. “I need to make you beg for my fuck.”

I’ll be screaming for it because his hungry mouth is leaving wet trails up the inside of my thighs.

He’s right; I have no patience with his gorgeous body climbing over mine. With his tongue next, circling warmly around my nipple, then the other.

“Beg for me, Cade.” He nips at my nipple, his hard shaft urging against my thigh.

Has someone got a megaphone?

“Please fuck me, Redix.” I’ll shout it for all to hear while I grab his strands, trying to lift him to where our bodies align. “Please.”

But he pulls away. “I need you louder and wetter.”

Turning his body around then grabbing mine, he uses his strength to flip me over.

“I’ve never done this before,” I sigh, lying on top of him with my pussy in his face and his beautiful cock in mine.

“I don’t think I have either.” He goes back to kissing up my thighs, and the pull of his hands spreads me open as he rasps, “Damn, Cade. You have a model pussy too. So glistening and pink for me.”

His praise makes my thighs shake, and he hasn’t even started.

I’m staring at his cock, hard and flexing up, seeking me too. I kiss his tattoo, our tattoo, every part of him to the deep ridge of his Adonis belt, following its path.

I moan as my tongue finally licks from his base, up his thick vein, while his tongue thrills me, from flicking my clit lightly to long flat licks. The sensation rolls my eyes back before he dips into my entrance and tasting my nectar for him.

Oh fuck, this is so good. I wrap my hand around his base and hold his tip up, swirling my tongue around his crown while his deep moans vibrate through my pussy.

I want him, as much as I can. Wrapping my lips and hollowing my cheeks, I slide my mouth so tight down his shaft.

There’s no way I can take all of him, but his hard taste is taking me to the edge of where I end, and he begins. It’s getting smeared and lost in our reunion. Those strong hips, he lifts them, trying to fuck my throat while his tongue starts pummeling my clit, the sound of him lapping through my desire taking me along with my glucking sucks of his.

It’s a storm of sensations. His aroma seeps from his sexy flesh—vanilla and leather. The saline taste of him in my mouth, his hard velvet dragging over my lips, the strong wrap of his hands around my ass cheeks as he pulls me open for his feast. His firm nose and stubbled chin make my most sensitive skin scream with lust at his soft mouth, diving into my depths.

“Cade, I’m gonna come.” His voice fills my ears along with his cock in my mouth, swelling with the same certainty. “Fuck, you taste so good; I’m gonna come in your mouth.”

I’m ravenous, my hard grip slapping his tip against the flat of my tongue before I insist. “Do it.” I take him as deep as I can again, letting us both enjoy my soft gag. “I want to taste you in my throat, Redix,” I swear before I take him again.

“Fuucckkk.” His groan is muffled in my drenched lips, sucking on each one while his grip is so hard, probably bruising my flesh.

I love it, moaning over his cock while he shakes his head with his mouth buried in my pussy. He’s ravaging me like his last meal while the arch of his back comes with his loud groan, and suddenly… I taste him.

His hot, salty spurts make me lose it, the firecracker of my clit exploding at the double satisfaction of his mouth and mine, his sex and mine, both of us drinking the other in.

I need to catch my breath. I need us never to end.

My head and body rest on top of his, the heave of his chest matching mine until we both calm.

“Come here.” He gently rolls me over, resting me on my back while he turns again, his kiss finding mine, his long strands tickling over my face.

I love how he does this, how he craves our taste. I do too. Craning my neck for his mouth, I need more of him, and he knows it, muttering through our flavor, “I’m never done with you.”

I lose all time. All the minutes gone to every part of me that hurts; he heals with his fingers, the back of them, or their tips; he uses everything to cherish every part of my flesh with his touch for so long.