One Last Shot (Pub Fiction #3)

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I can barely breathe. You smell amazing, best air freshener ever.” I nip at her neck. “Fuck, I need to figure out how to bottle your smell, Claire.” I take her bottom lip between mine, giving it a gentle tug.
    As she wraps her arms around my neck, I take the opportunity to pull off her small green tank, leaving her in just an inky black bra. In a swift move, I inch down her body, dragging my teeth along the way. The appearance of tiny goosebumps along with her shallow breathing tells me she likes it. I push her gently from my kneeling position, forcing her to press her back against the wall for support. Support she’s gonna need.
    Looking up, I see she’s looking straight down at me. Watching. Waiting. Calling me on.
    “You always did look hot on your knees, you know. Still looks good,” she says and tilts her head, resting her hand on the top of my head, pulling me a bit forward before releasing a tiny smirk.
    “I’m going to fucking devour you, Sugarshack. Can’t wait to taste you. Now turn around. Gimme that ass in my face.”
    She complies, and lifts her hands above her head. “You’re stunning, Claire. You’re so fucking beautiful. I’ve dreamt of you so often.” I trail kisses over her lower back before moving down to that unbelievable ass of hers.
    “Oh, Matty,” she calls, looking over her shoulder as I slide down. I run my hands along her legs and glide my tongue over each delicious cheek, each luscious mound, and she starts to buck at the attention I’m giving her.
    “Spread your legs wide, baby.” I grab her sweet ass, separating her cheeks. Claire tilts her hips up, then writhes as I trail my tongue along her pussy slit from top to bottom before moving myself into a better position in between her legs. Sliding my finger over her folds, her wetness coats me. “So fucking wet for me.” I make a pop sound as I lick my finger from bottom to top. “Your taste is so mouthwatering, I’m fucking salivating thinking of getting my mouth on you. I’m gonna make you come so hard, Sugarshack,” I say as the sounds of her wetness permeate the air, her juices helping my fingers slide so easily as I thrust them in and out of her sweet cunt at an unrelenting pace. Inserting two fingers, I move them in perfect sync, her pussy walls gripping my fingers as they slide in and out. Yeah, this girl is greedy. Her moans drive me crazy as she tries in vain to get my face where she craves it most. I continue my assault, driving her closer to the brink, then finally run my tongue down her ass to her clit, causing her to buck and grind down on my hand.
    “Oh, my God. Fuck, Matty. I’m coming, I’m fucking coming! Oh my fucking fuck!”
    With that I pull back. “Matt. No. Please don’t stop. I…please, don’t stop. Keep it going, it’s so good.” Her voice trembles.
    “I know, baby. But I need you to turn back around, need to see your face while you come. Really come. ’Cause I’m just getting started.” Once she’s leaning back against the wall, eyes securely on me, I pull up her leg and drop it over my shoulder. “Perfect. That’s what I want, baby.” I’ve just given myself an all-access pass. Fuck, she smells and tastes so goddamn good. My cock is raging behind the material of my joggers, dying to get in on the action. I adjust myself before taking one last look up at Claire’s lust-filled face. “Lose the bra. I wanna see those tits shaking while I fuck you with my mouth.”
    Not always one to be compliant, for once Claire does what she’s told, and I gloat at the victory as her fabulous tits spring free. She tosses her bra, landing it on my head.
    “You think you’re funny?” I toss it behind me. “Fuck, look at you. All hot and ready for me like this. You want my tongue now? You want me to give you more of that relief you’re chasing?” She moans, tugging a longer strand of my hair. “Do you know how fucking incredible it is finding you like this? It’s made my fucking day,

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