tongue against the sensitive nub, then sliding along her pussy lips and
tucking his tongue inside her.
She might die. Could a woman die from getting oral sex? She felt these amazing sensations
spiraling through her, and was shocked when her climax built so fast, especially after
just having had one. She arched upward against Clay’s mouth…. so close, so very close.
And then Clay latched onto her clit and sucked. Her orgasm hit her like a rushing
freight train, barreling over her and leaving her out of control. She thrashed around
on the bed, and Clay held her down by her hips while he licked her, sucking her while
she came in a torrent. She unashamedly cried out her pleasure until her throat was
raw and she fell back on the bed again.
Clay moved up, spread her legs and entered her while her body still pulsed with the
aftereffects of her climax. He slid inside easily, her pussy gripping him in welcome.
He slid one arm underneath her to tilt her hips upward and looked down at her with
a smile.
Ella traced his lips—still wet from what he’d done for her. She wrapped her hand around
the nape of his neck and pulled his mouth to hers for a kiss. He tasted salty—like
her. She slid her tongue inside and sucked on his, the sensation overpowering to her
senses. Emotion wrapped around arousal, taking her to a depth she hadn’t expected.
It was so damn good to be fucked. She had no idea sex could be this good, this wild
and out of control. With Clay, she felt uninhibited, as if she could actually feel
his encouragement to let go. And she did, lifting her hips, widening her legs so he
could power in deeper. And when he did, sliding along her G-spot, she groaned and
bit his lower lip.
He only laughed in response and dug his fingers in her flesh, encouraging her to do
it again.
“Give me more,” she whispered against him, and he did, thrusting even harder, deeper
than before.
This wasn’t the sweet, gentle sex she’d grown used to with James. This was primal,
wild fucking. Clay rose up and held on to her hips.
“Watch,” he said, pulling partway out, forcing her to look where the two of them were
connected, to see his cock slide inside her pussy.
She’d never seen anything more erotic than the look on his face as he watched them,
as he watched her. She wasn’t used to this intimate eye contact but found it incredibly
arousing looking at him as he drove inside her, as he touched her breasts, plucked
her nipples, raked his fingers along her body until he found her clit again.
They ended up partially on their sides, one of her knees bent so they could both see
his cock fucking her.
“You have such a pretty pussy, Ella. Hot and wet. You make me want to come in you.”
She loved that he talked to her, that he wasn’t afraid to say what was on his mind,
that he really seemed to enjoy fucking her. Every word he spoke, every time he looked
at her, caused her to clench inside, to shiver all over. She’d never felt this connected
before during sex. She felt as if the floodgates to her mind, her fantasies, were
finally open and she could be, could say, anything. As a result, any inhibitions she’d
had dissolved in the sea breeze.
She reached between them and began to rub her clit.
“Yeah,” he said. “Touch yourself, Ella. Make yourself come again.”
She wanted to. She needed it. With every thrust she drew closer and closer to the
pinnacle. Clay increased his pace, powering faster now. She raised her gaze to his,
strumming her clit harder as beads of sweat formed on his brow.
“Just like that,” she said, struggling to breathe as she rubbed her clit, tensing
as she felt the first stirrings of orgasm. “Don’t stop. I’m coming, Clay.”
His jaw clenched and he pumped harder inside her, then pulled her leg higher.
She splintered, climaxing with a wild cry that he absorbed with his mouth and his
tongue. He groaned and shuddered against
tucking his tongue inside her.
She might die. Could a woman die from getting oral sex? She felt these amazing sensations
spiraling through her, and was shocked when her climax built so fast, especially after
just having had one. She arched upward against Clay’s mouth…. so close, so very close.
And then Clay latched onto her clit and sucked. Her orgasm hit her like a rushing
freight train, barreling over her and leaving her out of control. She thrashed around
on the bed, and Clay held her down by her hips while he licked her, sucking her while
she came in a torrent. She unashamedly cried out her pleasure until her throat was
raw and she fell back on the bed again.
Clay moved up, spread her legs and entered her while her body still pulsed with the
aftereffects of her climax. He slid inside easily, her pussy gripping him in welcome.
He slid one arm underneath her to tilt her hips upward and looked down at her with
a smile.
Ella traced his lips—still wet from what he’d done for her. She wrapped her hand around
the nape of his neck and pulled his mouth to hers for a kiss. He tasted salty—like
her. She slid her tongue inside and sucked on his, the sensation overpowering to her
senses. Emotion wrapped around arousal, taking her to a depth she hadn’t expected.
It was so damn good to be fucked. She had no idea sex could be this good, this wild
and out of control. With Clay, she felt uninhibited, as if she could actually feel
his encouragement to let go. And she did, lifting her hips, widening her legs so he
could power in deeper. And when he did, sliding along her G-spot, she groaned and
bit his lower lip.
He only laughed in response and dug his fingers in her flesh, encouraging her to do
it again.
“Give me more,” she whispered against him, and he did, thrusting even harder, deeper
than before.
This wasn’t the sweet, gentle sex she’d grown used to with James. This was primal,
wild fucking. Clay rose up and held on to her hips.
“Watch,” he said, pulling partway out, forcing her to look where the two of them were
connected, to see his cock slide inside her pussy.
She’d never seen anything more erotic than the look on his face as he watched them,
as he watched her. She wasn’t used to this intimate eye contact but found it incredibly
arousing looking at him as he drove inside her, as he touched her breasts, plucked
her nipples, raked his fingers along her body until he found her clit again.
They ended up partially on their sides, one of her knees bent so they could both see
his cock fucking her.
“You have such a pretty pussy, Ella. Hot and wet. You make me want to come in you.”
She loved that he talked to her, that he wasn’t afraid to say what was on his mind,
that he really seemed to enjoy fucking her. Every word he spoke, every time he looked
at her, caused her to clench inside, to shiver all over. She’d never felt this connected
before during sex. She felt as if the floodgates to her mind, her fantasies, were
finally open and she could be, could say, anything. As a result, any inhibitions she’d
had dissolved in the sea breeze.
She reached between them and began to rub her clit.
“Yeah,” he said. “Touch yourself, Ella. Make yourself come again.”
She wanted to. She needed it. With every thrust she drew closer and closer to the
pinnacle. Clay increased his pace, powering faster now. She raised her gaze to his,
strumming her clit harder as beads of sweat formed on his brow.
“Just like that,” she said, struggling to breathe as she rubbed her clit, tensing
as she felt the first stirrings of orgasm. “Don’t stop. I’m coming, Clay.”
His jaw clenched and he pumped harder inside her, then pulled her leg higher.
She splintered, climaxing with a wild cry that he absorbed with his mouth and his
tongue. He groaned and shuddered against
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