Money Shot
worked her little clit in circles. “Finger yourself.”
     
    “God I want to come,” she whispered as she came up on his length. “You made me so fucking wet.”
     
    He groaned at that, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it over her lips.
     
    “Will you come for me?” His other hand moved in her hair. “I’m going to lick you clean.”
     
    She let out a little whimper as he slid his cock between her lips again, fucking her mouth with short, hard thrusts. Jodie gasped around his length, letting him use her mouth. It occurred to her that they were fully exposed—everything was glass—but that just made it hotter somehow.
     
    “Ohhhh fuck,” he growled, his hand fisting in her hair, fucking her mouth faster, harder.
     
    “Nnnnn.” She met his eyes, hers half-closed with pleasure, her pussy quivering with need. She didn’t just want it—she needed it. She was going to come with this beautiful man’s cock in her mouth.
     
    “Come for me,” he whispered, feeding her his cock. “I’m going to come in that sweet little mouth of yours. Are you ready to swallow it all?”
     
    She was more than ready.
     
    Jodie attempted a nod, bobbing her head on his cock, making him moan with pleasure. She was so close. So fucking close.
     
    And then she was there.
     
    She didn’t mean to stop sucking him but it was involuntary—her head went back, a low, guttural sound coming from her throat as she climaxed, her whole body shuddering with the force of it. Dorian cried out, the first wave of his cum splashing her cheek, the second her lips, because she’d suddenly remembered, lunging at his cock with her mouth. He groaned when she swallowed the third blast of his cum, sucking him deeply, her pussy still contracting around her plunging fingers.
     
    “Oh Jodie.” He whispered her name as she continued to caress his still-throbbing cock with her tongue and lips. She couldn’t get enough of him. “Did you come for me?”
     
    She nodded shyly, meeting his eyes in the dim, shimmering lights under the water.
     
    “You’re going to do it again.” He reached down and lifted her like she weighed nothing, sliding her up onto the tile in a wave of water and spreading her legs with his hands.
     
    “Oh! God!” She shivered as the cool air kissed her wet skin.
     
    Dorian knelt on the steps and fastened his mouth over the see-through, wet crotch of her panties. He licked and sucked at her through the material, burying his nose between her legs. Jodie cried out when he yanked her panties down her thighs, spreading them wide again for his eager tongue.
     
    When his mouth found her clit, she jumped and nearly slid back into the pool, but Dorian’s hands on her hips stopped her. He snugged her right up against his face, his mouth, his tongue, his lips, his nose, all diving in and out between the smooth, shaved lips of her pussy.
     
    “Put your fingers in me,” she begged. If she couldn’t have his cock yet, she at least wanted to be fucked with something.
     
    He slid two fingers into her, probing gently, but she didn’t want gentle. She wanted him to finger her—hard.
     
    “More,” she begged, thrusting back against his hand. “Oh God, please!”
     
    Dorian slipped another finger in, stretching her open, making her moan and roll her hips, meeting his thrusts. His tongue was heaven on her clit, his moans driving her crazy as he licked her up and down her slit like he couldn’t get enough.
     
    “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, lapping her juices off his fingers before plunging them back in again.
     
    Jodie whimpered, planting her feet on the tile and lifting her hips to meet his mouth. Dorian followed her up, still kneeling on the shallow water of the first step, sucking her clit and then stopping to lick it, back and forth, teasing her closer and closer to orgasm. His fingers plunged deep into her pussy, the wet sound of him fingering her echoing off the tile.
     
    “Mmmmmm I’m gonnnaa

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