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Brian
Brian is a 27-year-old bartender and self-proclaimed lady’s man. He’s charming with a bright white smile and air of confidence that earns him big tips at work and in the bedroom.
Carly
A 23-year-old waitress, Carly is going through a recent break-up. She’s not looking for anything serious but enjoys casual sex. She loves giving and receiving oral sex.

Just enough light shone through the merest of cracks in his dark curtains, accentuating the best and most rugged parts of his body. His five o’clock shadow scratched against my heaving ribs as he nibbled down my torso, teasing and licking my sensitive skin. Looking up at me, chocolate eyes devoured my attention as he hovered above my thighs, pulling down my wet, laced panties with a swift tug. 

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The morning light was just starting to shine through the curtains. I didn’t want to wake her up, but my body needed her…right now. I gazed at her—her body curled up around itself, the way her breasts heaved in the deepness of sleep, her long red hair fanned across the pillow.

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Just enough light shone through the merest of cracks in his dark curtains, accentuating the best and most rugged parts of his body. His five o’clock shadow scratched against my heaving ribs as he nibbled down my torso, teasing and licking my sensitive skin. Looking up at me, chocolate eyes devoured my attention as he hovered above my thighs, pulling down my wet, laced panties with a swift tug. 

 

Without leaving my sights, he slowly moves my discarded garment up to his stubbled jaw and with one, deep inhale, took in the smell of my arousal like a wolf catching scent of his prey. The notion itself was the most raw, overwhelming act I had ever experienced; pooling an ache between my thighs that begged for his undivided attention. 

 

Finally, depriving me from his enveloping stare, he looked down to take in what was his with a hungry gaze and I had never felt so vulnerable. I inhale deeply with an unsteady hiccup, readying my quivering body for the kind of pleasure I had never been accustomed to. Though, nothing could have prepared my nerves for the softest kiss he placed on my sex before parting his mouth further. 

 

Within mere seconds, the world ceased to exist as he ran his wet, hot tongue up and then down the inside of my folds. Pushing in deeper, then pulling out just enough to feel his steady, focused breath on my wet skin. I had wondered up until this point what it would feel like to dance with ecstasy flowing through my blood, realising now that the sensation would leave a minuscule impression compared to this.

 

My most irrational problem in this moment was fighting the urge to throw my head back onto the pillow so I didn’t miss the sight of such a dominating masterpiece singing his praises between my legs. 

 

I raised my knees to rest on either side of his head, unsure whether it was to give him more of me, or ensure he wouldn’t dare stop, or pull away. Either way, the movement jolted something savage inside of him and he gripped tightly onto the edges of my hips, leaving a deep ache where his fingertips dig; and I secretly hoped that his grasp would leave bruises as a reminder of what belonged to him. Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he let out a deep, starving growl that vibrated through me as he lent into another electrifying push of his tongue. 

 

I moan loudly, unable to contain the aching that rumbled deeply through my body in the purest sense of pleasure. I reach down as he continued to lick me with an unbearable eagerness, running my fingers through his thick hair and holding onto the back of his head as an anchor to keep him shackled between my thighs forever. 

 

“Please…” I manage to stutter out. Inhaling; exhaling. My breath shook uncontrollably while my mind attempted to keep up with the vibrations dancing through my veins. He was relentless in his movements, unstoppable in his mission to taste me over and over, until he was ready to stop. 

 

“Please, don’t stop.” I quivered and shook beneath his hold. 

 

My words forced a low, masculine groan to leave his throat, pulsating onto my clit and sending my nerves into a frenzy. As soon as I thought that nothing could possibly compare to this, he tilts his head up slightly, giving me full sight of where his tongue worked in a rhythmic symphony on my skin. We lock eyes and I’m looking into dusky, brown orbs staring at me in such a proprietary gaze, the result leaving that ever-tightening pull in my lower stomach to instantly send bursts of pulsating pleasure through every nerve-ending in my body. 

 

My toes curled with the pull of the climax, my limbs stiffened and I lost all ability to comprehend anything other than dark eyes, a swift tongue and an orgasm so intense that my vision blurred and my lungs filled with a heavy ache. 

 

Unable to take any more of his unmoving lust, I throw my head back onto the comfort of his pillows, trying to steady my irrepressible panting and squirming. A low hum sounded in my ears as I feel him slowly stalk back up to my chest. 

 

“Good girl,” he purrs softly. 

 

“My princess…” he whispers into a kiss on my delicate nipple. 

The morning light was just starting to shine through the curtains. I didn’t want to wake her up, but my body needed her…right now. I gazed at her—her body curled up around itself, the way her breasts heaved in the deepness of sleep, her long red hair fanned across the pillow.

 

She loved to be woken up to a surprise in the morning. I leaned over and began to kiss her neck, first soft kisses, all lip, then making circles with my tongue. She moaned softly in her sleep, and when I nibbled at her ear gently, she opened her eyes.

 

She met my glance, her tiredness immediately being replaced by lust. We communicated wordlessly, and I knew what we both wanted.

 

I started kissing down her torso and her breaths were sharp, heaving her ribcage. I teased her—how I loved to tease her—before moving down, further and further. I looked up with her again as I pulled down her panties with a swift tug, ready to feel her against my tongue.

 

I slowly moved her panties up to my nose and took in the smell of her arousal. It was my favorite scent in the world. I had to remind myself that she was right in front of me and waiting to make myself throw the garment onto the floor.

 

I gazed down at her pussy. I know she feels self-conscious when I do this, but I just love to take in how pretty and pink it is. I leaned down and kissed her gently, wanting to ease her into what I wanted to be the best part of her day, maybe her week.

 

I parted my mouth further, running my tongue along her folds. I penetrated her with my tongue and felt her body start to tremble. I could feel her watching me, and I wanted to put on a show for her.

 

She raised her knees to either side of my head, locking me into place, making her mine. It filled me with such desire that I grabbed her hips roughly, just how she liked it, hard enough to possibly create beautiful little bruises tomorrow. I would relish in it, kiss each of them gently to show her how much I loved her.

 

I wrapped my arms around her thighs, letting out a growl of passion right against her clit. She moaned wistfully, wanting all of me, needing all of me. I licked her eagerly, wanting to taste her tantalizing wetness, lap up every bit of her arousal.

 

She reached down to run her fingers through my hair. She grabbed the back of my head, keeping it steady, pushing me into her pussy. My erection twitches in my jeans, but this moment isn’t about that. It’s all about her.

 

“Please,” she breathed, her chest heaving. “Please, don’t stop.”

 

My endurance for this task was unmatched. Even if my lips or tongue started to get tired, I would power through it for her. I wanted to hit her just right, make her moan, listen to her beg.

 

But she obviously wanted a release now. I groaned deep down in my throat as I lapped at her folds. I wanted to see her face when she came. I knew she could see my tongue making a rhythmic symphony across her most sensitive skin. We made eye contact, her brown eyes piercing and bright, and suddenly she’s pushed over the edge.

 

I coaxed her through her climax, continuing to assault her clit. I felt her sex spasming against my tongue, and I could feel myself leaking precum into my boxers.

 

Her orgasm was strong. I always wanted to make the next one better than before, and I think I succeeded this morning.

 

She threw her head back, her quakes and spasms slowing down. I moved back up to her chest, wanting to hold her again.

 

“Good girl,” I purred. I want her to know what she truly means to me; hopefully I’d done that, but my job was not done.

 

“My princess…” I whispered as I kissed her delicate nipple. When she’s ready, it will be time for one more round before the sun fully rises.

 

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