My Kinky Valentine by Liz Gavin Page B

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heat of my mouth as the wicked tip of my tongue flicks across his
slit. When I run my tongue along his length, bottom to top, his
thighs quiver. Sam manages to keep his balance by digging his
fingers into my hair, scraping my scalp. But he can’t suppress the
roar that escapes him.
    I feel his ecstasy reflected in my own
aching cunt. My clit is hard and the moisture that has been pooling
between my legs slowly overflows my sex and drips along my thighs.
We can both smell it but I’m only concerned about his satisfaction.
My own gratification is in knowing that I’m able to give him so
much pleasure. That’s reward enough.
    I grab his buttocks as I bob my head up and
down, faster as he slides down my throat. He’s so big I need to
open my mouth wide and breathe through my nose. My moans come out
muffled because of his cock and I make loud slurping noises as I
squeeze his balls tight and feel Sam bucking against my hands. I
dig my fingers on his butt cheeks, then, spread them apart. I run a
slender finger along his crack. He inhales deeply. I play with his
back hole, teasing it with the tip of my finger. Then, I enter him,
fucking his ass with two fingers. I stretch his hole as I suck his
dick and squeeze his balls. Sam is so frantic he fucks my face like
he would do to my cunt. No mercy. I feel his balls tightening as I
find the little hidden pleasure spot inside his ass. I press hard
and that triggers his climax.
    “Aargh!”
    He wails as his control slips away
completely. I swallow his cum as he explodes down my throat. I suck
his shaft hard and lick it thoroughly. I don’t want to waste any of
his delicious honey. I look up at his beautiful classic features
now contracted in a mask of pure ecstasy. His head is thrown back,
his deep blue eyes are closed to the world and his mouth hangs
open. He’s moving it but he’s unable to articulate any coherent
sounds. His whole muscular body is still shaking in the throes of
passion. He is a vision of lustful beauty and fulfillment and I’m
responsible for that. That is power and I thrive in it. I
sigh deeply. As I let go of his softening cock, wipe my mouth and
stand up in front of him.
    Suddenly, everything around me starts to
fade away. I stretch my hand but it goes through Sam’s body. He’s
slowly vanishing. I fight to stay in the dream. I don’t want to let
go of my dream lover but something is disrupting my plans. Distant
noises and delicious sensations invade my dream. A soft, naked body
presses against mine. Hot hands touch my pussy, a naughty finger
enters me, searching my clit. A wet, delicious mouth teases my
breasts, biting and licking my nipples. I’m pulled back to the
reality of the bed, the suite and my Master.
    “Oh, god, I’ve got to wake up!”
    I sit upright and my elbow connects to
something soft.
    “Ouch!”
    Jenny is sitting beside me, looking out of
breath.
    “Are you hurt? What happened?”
    My elbow had hit her breast when I woke up
so unexpectedly catching her off guard. Now, she’s having
difficulty breathing. And the touch of my fingers on the hand she’s
got over her own breast takes the rest of her breath away. Jenny
inhales sharply, calming her heartbeats down before answering me.
Her throaty voice sounds sexy.
    “It is nothing. You were sleeping and
couldn’t have known I was hovering all over you. Don’t worry. It
was nothing. You caught me by surprise, that’s all.”
    “Here, let me see it. You’ll get a nasty
bruise if you don’t massage the spot right away. To get the blood
circulating, you know.”
    I’m still a little groggy and my thoughts
are clouded by the dream induced haze mingled with the lust my
dream lover and my human Domme had awoken in my body. I wouldn’t do
this if I were thinking straight. I brush Jenny’s hand away and cup
her bruised breast. Her silken skin is red, the spot is sore and
Jenny takes a deep breath at the shock of my palm pressing against
her skin. I rub the young girl hard and her