Last Hope

My cock is leaking inside my cargo pants, and I know I’m going to come just from licking her. Fuck, I could come just from her smell alone, and with my nose buried in her soft skin and my tongue so far up her cunt, I know I won’t last.

“Use your fingers,” she gasps out, a scratchy sound that tells me she’s having trouble breathing and that she’s hoarse from holding in her cries. It makes me want to reapply myself so she loses any semblance of control. “Suck my clit.”

Her shaking hand covers her clit and massages it. Her fingers flick against my nose, and I watch her touch avidly for a few moments so I can see exactly what rhythm she likes. The touch is gentle and then harder until she’s mashing down her clit and bearing down on my face. Her legs give way and I lift her so that she straddles my shoulders, and I steady her ass with one hand so that her weight is off her toes. With my other hand, I plunge two fingers inside her.

“Yes, oh yes, Rafe. Just like that.”

Her cunt walls close down around my fingers.

“Harder, baby. Fuck me harder.”

I shove another finger in. Shit, she is so tight.

I’m harder than I’ve ever been. A million liters of blood are coursing through at a breakneck pace. My heartbeat is pounding in my ears so loudly I can barely hear Ava’s pleas for more.

I’ll give you more. I’ll give you everything.

There may not be tomorrow with her. I might not get another chance with her, but if I never get between her legs again, her joy and pleasure in this moment has to be so memorable that she won’t be able to touch herself without thinking of my tongue and my fingers and how I made her body light up. I’m glad I’m sitting on my ass and that she’s bent over above me. I don’t know if I could take it if I saw her passion-drunk face or her heavy tits flushed with desire.

I barely have any control left. The urge to pick her up and plunge between her legs has a fierce grip on me. I can see it now. Her legs are spread wide with my hands hooked under her knees. Her nails would be digging into my forearms and her head would be thrown back in delirious ecstasy.

But my gaze would be fixated between us and the vision of my cock shuttling in and out of her sweet cunt.

Clenching my jaw, I remind myself that scenario is never going to happen. Instead, I have a goddamn amazing alternative. I’m palm deep in Ava’s *. She’s showing me how to bring her off. I’ve got her lube all over my face, my palm, and inside my mouth. I’m going to give her an orgasm so hard she will feel it in the soles of her feet.

Nudging her hand away with my chin, I lick her clit slowly, trying to map out her reactions. I run my finger up the underside and tickle the tip with teasing lashes. She squirms, which is great for teasing, but I want to make her explode.

Inside her channel, I scissor my fingers, stroking every nerve ending I can find. Her hips buck forward when I find a small, spongy patch of skin. She gasps, a singular noise that sends a tremor down my spine. I drag my fingertips slowly against the front, making sure I hit that spot again.

Everything tightens. Her toes point and the muscles in her thighs harden.

I clamp down on her tiny nub with my mouth, sucking it hard into my mouth. She screams and I don’t let up. Applying as much pressure as I can, pumping my fingers into her cunt, sucking her clit so hard my cheeks are hollowing out.

She grinds down on my tongue, fucking my face. I use everything I’ve got—tongue, jaw, teeth, fingers—until she comes, one shuddering, clenching motion after another, and I keep swallowing.

It’s miraculous. Fuck solar power, wind renewal sources; her orgasm could power the world. I think she made people pregnant three countries over. If Garcia tells me later that there was an earthquake in the ocean, I wouldn’t doubt it.

She cries out my name. “God, Rafe. God. Don’t stop.”

Never. I won’t ever stop. I keep thrusting and sucking until she comes again.

With every breath, I fill my lungs with her musk. Her cream is flooding my mouth, and I’m surrounded by her. My balls tighten and the orgasm shoots down my spine and rockets up and out of my cock. I spill into my pants.

As she collapses against the bed, her legs heavy on my shoulders, I’m thrilled that she’s the first—and only—woman I’ve ever tasted. That her voice is the only one that’s ever screamed my name.

I can feel a smile split my face and stretch from ear to ear, because I fucking made her come so hard she couldn’t stand on her own power and she screamed my name so loud the boys in the village probably heard the echo.

But I’m not done. I’ve only kissed one part of her body. I’ve got so much more to explore.

I lift her easily and throw her onto the bed. She lands on her back with her legs spread, and her big breasts jiggle. I could easily slide my dick between those two lush pillows with the valley wet from her juice and my come.

Her body is slick with sweat.

“Come inside me, Rafe. I want your hard cock inside me.” One of her hands rises to grip her tits while the other hovers over her swollen *.

“No.” I shake my head. “I’ve got other plans for you.”

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