95. Nate

NINETY-FIVE

NATE

I groan into her sweet pussy.

"I want to feel you come on me again." Her voice is husky with lust. "It felt so good."

I squeeze my fingers tighter around my dick as I start to stroke myself again.

Rosie's dirty talk is so fucking hot I'm ready to blow.

"It was so warm." She moans. "I like you marking me."

I was already planning on getting myself off—without fucking her. She needs to recover more before I do that. But to hear her ask for it… To want it…

She rolls her hips beneath my mouth.

"I'm so close. Nathan."

My jaw is starting to ache, and my tongue is tired, proving I'm out of practice, but no force in the world could make me stop now.

I press my tongue against her clit.

She's starting to tense, digging her heels into my back. And I'm sure she's putting too much pressure on her injured ankle.

I could pull my mouth away from her sweet little cunt to tell her to stop.

Or I could just make her come.

I hum.

And my Little Rose explodes.

The sound that leaves her fills me with pride. And the wetness against my chin sends me over the edge.

I lever myself up and shuffle forward.

With my hand no longer holding my weight, I reach down and rub my thumb over her clit just as Rosie pushes her tits together.

"You ready for my cum?" I grunt, stroking myself.

Rosie nods, whiny sounds of pleasure filling the room around us.

"Say it," I demand.

"I'm ready." Her eyes flutter open. "Come on me, Nathan."

My body obeys.

And my release splashes across her skin.