Free Charity's Secrets by Maya James Page B

tongue
tickle the inside of my lips. His face presses harder as his excitement builds,
and his tongue moves deeper into mine, sliding along my accommodating lips and
tongue.
    There's
a rough tugging at my shirt, his hands opening the buttons one by one, ripping
the bottom free from my pants. He unwraps me just as he promised, slowly
maneuvering me as he wants until there is nothing left to cover me.
    The
throb between my legs has grown to a mild volcanic eruption. He works on removing
his own clothes, whipping his shirt off his huge shoulders. I can't resist
grabbing them and digging my nails into his muscles, scratching my way down his
chest. When he gets to his pants he throws them to the couch while I stare
hungrily at his hard cock.
    I
squeeze both hands around it before he can stop me, pulling it toward my face.
Once it touches my soft cheek, he doesn't have the strength to resist. I pull
it across my lips like a bow across the strings of a violin. My eager tongue
darts out to the tight skin of its head, licking it strenuously before I devour
it. I suck on it hard while both hands massage his shaft in separate
directions.
    "Good
Christ!" he rumbles as he glances down at me on my knees in front of him,
catching me looking up at him to enjoy the pleasure on his face.
    After I
remove one hand, I plunge down on him, putting as much of him as I can fit into
my mouth. Then I let his wet flesh slide out, careful to keep my teeth away,
using the strong suction of my lips. My free hand feels the muscles of his leg
flexing and straining for stability.
    Justin
lets me suck on him longer than he usually does, lost in the sensations, but
eventually he does stop me. "Enough," he growls. "I can't take
anymore." He folds me back down to the floor, pinning me there under him
while being careful of his size. His fiery mouth discovers my neck and I feel
him bite gently on it.
    I can
only hold on to him, barely even that in this position. My fingers try to
anchor into his arms, but he is a seething beast playing with its meal, working
his tongue down my chest until it locates one of my puckered nipples. He swirls
several heavy circles around my taunt areola and then sucks it deep into his
mouth. He's not really careful with his teeth, but that is his intention.
Chills radiate out from my chest like glitter spreading around my body.
    As much
as I adore looking at him, closing my eyes enhances the sensations. Justin lets
that nipple slide from his mouth, pinching its tip between his tongue and his
top, front teeth, and slurps in my other. A whole new shower of glitter
caresses me.
    My
clitoris cannot take many more unanswered throbs and twinges, so my hips rock
upward, hoping my pussy finds some part of him—any part—to rub against.
    One of
his talented hands finally begins to descend my titillated body; down my
stomach, over the mound of my pelvic bone, diving into the river of juices
flowing out of my hot folds. My clit screams in a relief under the pressure of
his wet fingertips spreading me open, stretching the soft hood off my stiff,
pleading tip. I catch my breath and hold it. He lowers his head and flicks his
tongue at my bellybutton while he strums me toward a climax.
    His
weight shifts, but I still don't open my eyes. Whatever he's doing I will feel
it soon enough. I hear the cling of metal, like silverware, then his hand
returns to my body. I feel him smear something across my chest, down my
stomach. My eyes snap open and I find him spreading the cheesecake all over me,
his eager mouth following behind, licking it off me. Without any care, he covers
my pussy with it, rubbing it around his other busy hand.
    "You'd
better plan on licking me clean," I tell him.
    He
smiles. God that fucking smile. "Oh, I certainly plan to." His tongue
runs down my stomach, lapping up every bit of the cake and sending shivers
through my core.
    Justin
positions himself lower and pushes two fingers into me gently, teasing my
G-spot. He soaks them in my