“I wish I could do nothing but eat and fuck this pussy until spring.”
“No one’s stopping you from making that happen.”
My hips thrust again. I move slowly, relishing how good she feels, and the way her inner walls clamp down on me. “What if I turn into a quesadilla and you get sick of me?”
She stopped eating those two days ago.
Grace holds my face and deadpans me. “I willneverget tired of your dick.”
“What about my mouth?”
“I’ll never get enough.”
“My hands?” I let go of her throat to pinch her nipples.
“Loooove.”
She’s not lying. Every move I make has her clenching me tighter. The noises coming from her soaked pussy is music to my ears. The way she scratches down my back. How she bites my lip. This woman leaves her marks on me every fucking time, and I’m determined to have some of them immortalized on my skin when I have the extra cash to get back into the tattoo shop.
“I’m close,” she warns again.
“Not yet.” I pinch her clit, applying enough pressure to make her hips buck under me.
“Dean!” She writhes, growing desperate. “Please. I have to come.”
“So damn greedy.” I let go of her clit and pull out. Slipping off the couch, I kneel and feast on her pussy again. She comes hard on my tongue. It’s beautiful. Delicious.
“Now who’s greedy?” she giggles, still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“I’m not greedy, I’m insatiable. There’s a difference.” I push my dick back into her and kiss her with her arousal coating my mouth and beard. She doesn’t seem to mind the mess or the taste and that turns me on like nothing else. “Where do you want it, baby?”
“Inside me.”
I always let her pick the place my cum goes. This morning it was her mouth. Last night it was her face.
Leaning back, I watch my cock slide in and out of her. The sound. The heat. The wetness. The visuals are spectacular. “Best view on the mountain,” I growl, rubbing her clit with the pad of my thumb. I know she’s got another orgasm in her somewhere. I’m not coming until she does.
“Oh shit.” Grace’s arms fly back, and she clutches the couch cushion, her legs shaking as I wrench another climax from her precious body.
“That’s my good girl. Grip my cock with that pretty pussy.”
Her clench game makes me see stars. I combust, dick throbbing, pumping my cum inside her until I’m gasping for air. Once I pull out, I gently slide my fingers into her and hold my cum inside her for a moment longer. Then I peer down and say, “Push it out.”
Her cheeks are flushed as she obeys. My load drips out of her freshly fucked cunt, and I groan watching it.
Grace dips her finger inside herself, gathering my cum, and paints her belly with it. Then she gathers more and sucks it off, licking her fingers clean.
“Dirty girl.” I crush my mouth to hers and love that our tastes collide. The flavor we make is phenomenal.
What I wouldn’t give to do this all day and night for the rest of my life.
My fantasy vanishes quickly when my cell phone goes off. Not many people have my number, so when it rings, it’s important.
“Hang on.” I peel myself away from Grace and dig my cell out of my discarded jeans. It’s Sindra. “Hey, Sindra. What’s up?”
“I’m so sorry to call you like this, but is it possible for you to come plow me out? I’ve got to get to my shop.”
“Sure. No problem.” There’s only about five inches of snow on the ground. No biggie.
