“Come on my cock, baby doll,” he orders, and I moan, knowing it won’t be long before I obey his wish. “Come on,” he says, pulling my head back by the hair. “Be a good girl for me … Let me feel you come.”
I don’t need anything else as I feel the vibrations start deep in the pit of my belly, running through every limb until all of me is under pressure. I come with a loud curse, my clit throbbing as he finds it with his fingers, massaging rhythmically and not letting go even when my orgasm should stop.
“Need to come with you, baby doll,” he groans in my ear as a strangled cry escapes my lips, encouraged by his rubbing of my swollen clit. “Right now …”
He groans loudly and curses before I feel him pulsing in me, finally releasing his cum, which I crave so badly. I feel the liquid running down my leg as he releases his hold inside me, and I don’t waste a second.
Not even waiting for him to finish and still dizzy from my own orgasm, I move from under him and to the side while he collapses on the bed next to me, still moaning.
Then, I move down and take his throbbing cock in my mouth, licking him clean.
The taste of his cum was an acquired taste, but now it’s like I have an addiction. I lick every last drop and suck him dry until he can only gasp with each movement of my tongue over his thick head.
Finally, when I’m satisfied with my own work, I let Blane cradle me in his arms, giving him a mischievous smile.
“Now it’s a good morning,” I say wickedly, and his grin mirrors mine as I settle in his arms, the sheets damp with our combined juices.
And it’s moments like this, the blissful mornings, the crazy orgasms, that I can forget about the predicament we’re in … If only for a few minutes.
TO BE CONTINUED …