She promptly launched an all-out oral assault on his unsuspecting, but thankful cock. Lindsay licked and stroked and sucked and licked again like an expert. Colt’s feelings still confused him. A slash of desire tightened his gut as he realized this new forbidden romance he had taken on with an oversexed teenager to complement his bombshell bride was going to be quite a monumental challenge to physically (let alone mentally) pull off.
Lindsay gazed up at Colt’s fierce face and saw delight in his eyes, and the delight made her hands slide beneath the hem of her t-shirt and pull it up and over her head, revealing a white lace bra. Her hair fell over her face and down her shoulders as she released the clasp in the center of her chest and bared the plump, round mounds of her breasts, which were topped by dark pink, stiff peaks.
Yet the desperation within her demanded that she move forward, and faster, faster, faster. She bowed her head and took Colt’s cock into her hungry mouth yet again.
“Lindsay, sweetheart.” His hand went to her head, stroking her hair and tangling in the thick spools. “Oh, that’s good. Oh, Lindsay. My God, sweetheart.”
She sucked harder, deeper, her cheeks drawing inward as she bobbed back and forth with rapid-fire movements.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” he said, gulping his throat.
“Good. This isn’t meant to make you last. I want your cum, and I want it now.”
Without warning, Lindsay changed things up, gripping his dick and cocooning the swell of her breasts around it.
Surrounded by soft, warm flesh, Colt was spiraling out of control as his cock accelerated between the slippery vise of her cleavage. Lindsay’s ponytail ricocheted on her shoulder and she titty-fucked him with all the force and vigor she could muster. She made certain his dick stayed imprisoned, too, her hands applying maximum pressure.
“I want your cum.” Lindsay’s voice was coarse with possession as she dropped a fresh string of spit into her cleavage. “Give it to me.”
She bounced harder. Adrenaline exploded deep within Colt’s core and refused to subside. His heart zoomed into supersonic speed.
Lindsay’s eyes remained locked and loaded as she guided him to the precipice, continuing to deposit fresh spittle every five to seven seconds. When he grabbed at her, clawing to keep hold of his sanity, the luscious embrace of cleavage disappeared but was replaced by her mouth.
“I said give it to me!”
Colt roared out and held Lindsay’s head so tight that the veins strained in his forearms. Filthy sounds of throat fucking filled the calm air. His cock spasmed into her mouth and Lindsay felt, and tasted, the fruits of her labor. She didn’t pull back. She didn’t even flinch. Lindsay steadied herself and kept her lips sealed as Colt’s hips bucked on sheer impulse, her spit-covered fist milking away, and she vacuumed up everything he had to offer.
Lindsay purred with triumph once the cascade of semen reached its conclusion and withdrew her head from Colt’s dick, her hands still latched around his hips. Her eyes sparkled for a beat before she spread her lips wide, showcasing a thick pool of sperm resting atop her tongue and in her mouth. Colt closed his eyes and summoned a deep breath, holding it in, and looked heavenward.
Lindsay smiled and let the gooey mess funnel down the back of her throat. I wish I could suck all my mongers off without a condom, too, and swallow their cum. And when she popped her lips open seconds later with an exaggerated sound, joy overtook Lindsay’s features, and she demonstrated to Colt that her mouth was empty.
“Jesus Christ,” he said.
Lindsay stood and crushed her mouth to his, entering his mouth with her incessant tongue, exploring every inch of its wet, rugged recesses. Colt groaned at the initial contact, the kiss reigniting his fire within. She broke it off long enough to say, “I want this, Colt. I’m not going to deflect you. I want to have your babies.”
“Fuck,” he rasped.
She grinned and her eyes twinkled. “Yes, please….”
(End of Chapter Twenty-Six – to be continued)
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