The Taste of Mr. Davenport

The Taste of Mr. Davenport by Jessica Ingro

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Claire. Do you understand?”
    She gazed down at him with swollen lips and glazed eyes. She was so wanton—always ready for him. She never turned him down. She constantly took his guidance and was anxious to pleasure him any way he wanted. She was utterly perfect. Beautiful both inside and out. Filled with a spirit that spoke to him on a deeper level than he wanted to admit.
    “Before we go any further, I need to know you agree. That you understand what I’m saying. You can’t come in here anymore and try to break down my guard. This has to be it.”
    “Okay,” Claire croaked out around the lump in her throat. She was grateful for the darkness because it concealed the tears welling up in her eyes.
    No sooner did she get the word out, then Carter had her on her back with his body covering hers completely. His warmth soothed her and excited her at the same time.
    “You feel so good beneath me.” He started a journey down her body with his mouth. He nipped and sucked and kissed every inch of her.
    When he made his way back up to her breasts and sucked a nipple into his mouth, her back arched, and she moaned softly.
    “More,” she begged.
    He moved to the other breast and sucked that one in as well, while his fingers rolled the first one. His ministrations were sending jolts straight to her pussy.
    She planted a foot in the bed and bucked, rolling him on his back. He looked surprised for a second before he realized her intentions.
    Claire started at his neck, running her tongue down, along his collarbone, over his pecs, circling a nipple. Then down she went, exploring each ridge of his six-pack abs and the sexy ‘V’ where his hipbones were. What she really wanted, though, was his long, thick erection in her mouth and down her throat. She licked him from root to tip, sucked the head teasingly, and then took him down the back of her throat. Carter’s hand settled on her head, guiding her movements. She gagged when he pressed her head down. Her nose touched his pubic bone she had taken him so far. She managed to swallow around his length and within seconds she found herself on her back with Carter plunging into her roughly.
    “I can’t get enough of you,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. His muscles strained as he pounded into her with more power than he had ever used before. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
    “You like this tight, little pussy? Does it feel good?” She decided to let go of any remaining inhibitions and hoped by saying all the dirty things she was thinking he would lose what remained of his control. She wanted him raw and filled with all the passion he had for her. It was exhilarating.
    “Come on. Come for me, baby girl.”
    “Carter.” His name rolled off her tongue as her eyes closed, and she lost herself to the orgasm that consumed every fiber of her being.
    He continued to pound into her. His release was just out of reach and it was going to be powerful when it finally hit. “Shit, I’m going to come.”
    “Wait! I want you to come on me. Mark me, Carter. Make me yours.”
    Carter hated to admit it, but it only took a nanosecond for him to decide he wanted that too. He knew he was sending her mixed signals, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He pulled out and pumped his cock. His balls tightened almost painfully. He needed to come so badly.
    “I’m sorry,” left his mouth brokenly as he climaxed on her tits and belly. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was apologizing for. Maybe it was the fact that he never should have touched her. Or the fact that he knew he was about to leave her broken hearted. Or maybe it was the fact that he wished he could give her more.
    Claire moaned as each hot stream landed on her body. She had never thought this would be sexy, but it was such a turn on. She found herself squirming with need again. She swiped her finger through the liquid on her nipple and tasted his salty release.
    “God, Claire,” he groaned again and dropped himself on

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