watched him, leaning forward over her as
he eased her pants past her knees and kicked out of them. His body
hovered over hers like a promise, not quite touching her yet—and
then he sat back up on his knees, moving around on the settee until
he’s straddling her face, one knee on either side. He settled
back on his haunches against the cushions, back almost touching the
arm rest. She’s staring upside-down at him with glazed eyes,
understanding complicit. Her lips parted, eyes moving to focus on
Allen’s dick, tongue flashing out with a look of hunger. Allen
nudged at her mouth, the head of his cock brushing her lips, leaving
behind a smear of pre-come, wet and shiny across the swell. Frances
closed her eyes, tilted her head back and opened her mouth, her soft,
warm lips clinging around the head. God, Frances opening up for him
like that, a strained, eager sound hitting Allen like a shock, hot
breath ghosting against sensitive skin. Allen couldn’t help a
desperate hitch of his hips, shuddering as he sunk another inch into
her mouth. Frances’s lips tightened, tongue flickering to taste
the tip, the barest pull of suction—and that’s it. Allen
heaved forward with a grunt, falling, grabbing Frances’s head,
sliding across the sleekness of her tongue as he buried his cock in
deep wet, heat. Her mouth sealed around his dick all the way to the
base, sucking like a goddamned vacuum, throat working, tongue
wriggling. Allen yanked back, gasping out a breath at the pleasure of
the sensation and sunk deep again, felt her throat close around him,
velvety and tight. He rode her, slow at first, then thrusting with
his hips, slipping, sliding, cock hitting the back of her throat,
rubbing against every bit of slick softness clenched around him, the
sounds she was making vibrating through his dick and driving him
fucking crazy. Frances tilted her head back even further as Allen
sped up, hands locked around her head, driving deep and feeling her
moan, the sound humming through Allen’s whole body. Allen came
gripping bone so hard he felt like he was going to rip Frances’s
skin off, knowing there would be bruises tomorrow. The thought just
made him come even harder, Frances twisting her head underneath Allen
and sucking, swallowing, and the sensation smashed right through
Allen’s brain, erasing everything else.
His hips
were still twitching, sliding on instinct, stuttering aborted
movements as Frances kept sucking him, and drawing out the sensation
until Allen felt raw and full with it. Allen pulled free with a
chattering of teeth, hot shivers running up his spine. He settled his
hips next to Frances’s head, upper body lying across the length
of her torso, chest to belly. He sucked two fingers into his mouth
and pulled them out dripping, his other hand moving each of Frances’s
legs up and apart. His fingers traced a circle around her rim, making
it glisten before he dropped his head and licked. Frances practically
twisted out of her skin at the touch of Allen’s tongue, and
Allen was still not a hundred percent sure about this, but fuck it,
he was here, and winding Frances up even more was exactly what he
wanted. He settled the tip of his tongue into the crease, nudging
experimentally, and Frances bucked, pushing into Allen’s chin.
The taste is slightly musky above the familiar salty tang of skin,
and Allen stiffened his tongue and pressed deeper. He could feel the
ring of muscle close around him, so tight and searing hot and Frances
got so crazy that Allen grabbed her by the thighs, held her open and
still. It didn't taste like much now that he was inside, and he
thrust deeper. He felt Frances quake to the tips of her toes,
gasping; and then let his tongue slide out, tip catching and holding
just inside the ring of muscle. He held Frances down then, craning
his neck for a better angle, and fucked her with short, sharp jabs of
his tongue until she was whimpering, hands clawing as they reach for
Allen before they fall
he eased her pants past her knees and kicked out of them. His body
hovered over hers like a promise, not quite touching her yet—and
then he sat back up on his knees, moving around on the settee until
he’s straddling her face, one knee on either side. He settled
back on his haunches against the cushions, back almost touching the
arm rest. She’s staring upside-down at him with glazed eyes,
understanding complicit. Her lips parted, eyes moving to focus on
Allen’s dick, tongue flashing out with a look of hunger. Allen
nudged at her mouth, the head of his cock brushing her lips, leaving
behind a smear of pre-come, wet and shiny across the swell. Frances
closed her eyes, tilted her head back and opened her mouth, her soft,
warm lips clinging around the head. God, Frances opening up for him
like that, a strained, eager sound hitting Allen like a shock, hot
breath ghosting against sensitive skin. Allen couldn’t help a
desperate hitch of his hips, shuddering as he sunk another inch into
her mouth. Frances’s lips tightened, tongue flickering to taste
the tip, the barest pull of suction—and that’s it. Allen
heaved forward with a grunt, falling, grabbing Frances’s head,
sliding across the sleekness of her tongue as he buried his cock in
deep wet, heat. Her mouth sealed around his dick all the way to the
base, sucking like a goddamned vacuum, throat working, tongue
wriggling. Allen yanked back, gasping out a breath at the pleasure of
the sensation and sunk deep again, felt her throat close around him,
velvety and tight. He rode her, slow at first, then thrusting with
his hips, slipping, sliding, cock hitting the back of her throat,
rubbing against every bit of slick softness clenched around him, the
sounds she was making vibrating through his dick and driving him
fucking crazy. Frances tilted her head back even further as Allen
sped up, hands locked around her head, driving deep and feeling her
moan, the sound humming through Allen’s whole body. Allen came
gripping bone so hard he felt like he was going to rip Frances’s
skin off, knowing there would be bruises tomorrow. The thought just
made him come even harder, Frances twisting her head underneath Allen
and sucking, swallowing, and the sensation smashed right through
Allen’s brain, erasing everything else.
His hips
were still twitching, sliding on instinct, stuttering aborted
movements as Frances kept sucking him, and drawing out the sensation
until Allen felt raw and full with it. Allen pulled free with a
chattering of teeth, hot shivers running up his spine. He settled his
hips next to Frances’s head, upper body lying across the length
of her torso, chest to belly. He sucked two fingers into his mouth
and pulled them out dripping, his other hand moving each of Frances’s
legs up and apart. His fingers traced a circle around her rim, making
it glisten before he dropped his head and licked. Frances practically
twisted out of her skin at the touch of Allen’s tongue, and
Allen was still not a hundred percent sure about this, but fuck it,
he was here, and winding Frances up even more was exactly what he
wanted. He settled the tip of his tongue into the crease, nudging
experimentally, and Frances bucked, pushing into Allen’s chin.
The taste is slightly musky above the familiar salty tang of skin,
and Allen stiffened his tongue and pressed deeper. He could feel the
ring of muscle close around him, so tight and searing hot and Frances
got so crazy that Allen grabbed her by the thighs, held her open and
still. It didn't taste like much now that he was inside, and he
thrust deeper. He felt Frances quake to the tips of her toes,
gasping; and then let his tongue slide out, tip catching and holding
just inside the ring of muscle. He held Frances down then, craning
his neck for a better angle, and fucked her with short, sharp jabs of
his tongue until she was whimpering, hands clawing as they reach for
Allen before they fall
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