P's for Breakfast (2)

Lucas' fingers went deeper, his thumb pressing her clit harder, and a soft moan escaped from Imani's lips, mixed with his name, before she felt it happen. Her legs spasmed as her orgasm crashed into her and she groaned louder. Lucas kept thrusting in deeper, stretching her open and pulling more and more out of her.

His breathing was uneven and his eyes were blazing and he kept working her until the last tremors left her body. Then he took his fingers out of her and his hand went behind the back of her neck, pulling her to his waiting lips.

His kiss was savage. He bit her, licked her, completely devoured her, and it was amazing. He wanted to bury his cock inside her and fuck her repeatedly but she was still sore and he didn't want to hurt her.

"I need to lick you up pretty bad. Lie down for me, Imani," he muttered gruffly and she timidly complied.