Page 67 of Broken Warrior
“I do,” she says quickly. “I really do.”
“As you wish,m’eudail.”I slide off the couch and get to my knees, first pulling Tate’s ass to the edge of the couch while making sure her back is flat and she’s comfortable. Then, because it’ll be good for both of us I think, I grab the coffee table and pull it closer, positioning it at an angle so I can lean against it with Tate’s pussy directly in my face, her left leg propped on it with her right in front of me. I scoot around until my shoulder blades are against the solid wood then watch my dark angel as she watches me, my hands moving to my fly. My fingers make quick work of the button and zipper before I lift my hips and push my jeans down far enough for my cock to spring free, and when it does, goddamn I was not ready for Tate’s reaction.
“Holy shit, Fin,” Tate breathes seconds before she reaches out and grips my erection firmly. “You’resobig.” She strokes me once, twice, three times then lets go and brings her hand to her lips, licking her palm then working up some spit to add to it. My dark angel doesn’t hesitate to grab my cock again, and when she does my head falls back to the coffee table with a thud.
“Jesus,” I groan as Tate pumps me in her fist. “I won’t last long if you keep that up,m’eudail.”
“Good,” she says as she squeezes from the base all the way to the tip. “Because I know once your mouth is on me I’m going to come faster than you will.”
Which is all the encouragement I need.
I lift my head, push Tate’s thighs apart, wrap my arm around her left leg then pull her shorts and panties out of the way before I start eating her pussy the way she deserves.
Slow, languid drags that match her hand on my cock, quick flicks to her clit when Tate focuses on the sensitive underside of the head. When she squeezes, I suck her clit between my lips and when she runs her thumb across the slit and spreads my precum down my length, I graze that bundle of nerves with my teeth.
I match Tate’s pace with my own, eating her pussy in time with the way she strokes my cock. My balls grow heavy before drawing up tight, my hips pumping into her hand, my mouth devouring her cunt as her hips roll, as Tate rides my face. Heat pools low in my belly, racing through my limbs. I’m going to come and I’m going to do it sooner than I thought because having the woman I love jerk my dick exactly how I like it while I feast on her pussy and drink her down, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
It’s fucking euphoric, to be honest, and I want to watch Tate as she falls apart for me.
I lift my gaze as I widen her legs, as I spear my tongue in and out of my dark angel’s pretty little pussy, and when I feel her walls spasm around it, I quickly pull my t-shirt out of the way for my own release that’s about to rip through every molecule in my body.
Tate’s back arches, her grip on my cock tightening, her focus more on that sweet spot by the head and I quickly move my tongue, circling her clit and sucking on it hard before I drive back into her cunt in time for Tate to come all over it. And when she does, her taste flooding my mouth as she keeps riding my face and pumping my cock, I fucking lose it.
My orgasm races down my spine as I feel the first rope of cum hit my stomach, my hips moving jerkily as Tate turns her head to watch me explode. Her pussy gushes again as I keep coming, as I keep fucking her with my tongue, as I watch Tate watch me. And my girl keeps stroking me until she wrings out every last drop of my release, until her body sags against the couch and her thigh twitches against the side of my face.
“Jesus,” Tate whispers. “That was…”
“Fucking amazing,” I basically say into her pussy as I lift my head and rest it against the inside of her knee. “That was amazing,m’eudail.”
“It really was.” Tate flashes me a smile as she gently releases me from her grip. “I really,reallyliked that.”
“I know.” I grin as I lick my lips, my dark angel blushing a bit, though her eyes never stray from mine. “Just wait until—”
“Mama?”
Tate shoots up into a seated position on the couch as I shoulder the coffee table out of the way so I can drop to my back. She quickly wipes off her hand on a blanket that she shoves behind her and fixes her shorts as little footsteps come down the hall, my big ass scrambling to get my dick back in my jeans and cover the ungodly amount of cum on my stomach.
Jesus, that was a big fucking load.
My girl glances down at me, barely able to hide her giggles, then double checks to make sure I’m decent before she responds. “Out here, baby.”
“Hi, Mama,” James says on a yawn, his voice sleepy but content. “Where’s Fin?”
I smile to myself because it makes me feel like king shit that I’m even a thought in that boy’s head let alone one of the first ones, but I need to give him a reason that I’m on the floor of his living room, and I need to come up with it quick before he sees my giant ass feet sticking out from behind the table.
Too bad I can’t fucking think right now.
Tate’s pussy and my own orgasm just fried my brain.
“He’s right here, bud.” Tate grins down at me again, arching a brow as I frown. “He wasn’t going to leave without saying goodbye.”
James walks closer and stops on the other side of the coffee table. “Fin? Why you on the floor?”
I scowl up at his mama, who is barely holding it together, then thank god for small miracles as my phone buzzes in the back pocket of my jeans. “I was just…” I pull it out and sit up. “Looking for my phone, buddy. I musta dropped it in the middle of the night.”
“That’s pretty silly, Fin.” James gives me a sleepy smile as he rubs his eye with one hand, the other clutchingSpiderto his side. “You gonnas stay for breakfast?”
“Uh…” My phone buzzes two more times and when I check it, my stomach twists in knots.
