Mrs. Robin's Sons

His tongue swirled around the tip, his teeth nipped at the hard pebble before he gently sucked on it again. “God, baby…more. Please…” Rylee gasped; her body arched against him.
“Yeah…so good.” Nick bent, licking and sucking at each nipple, then suddenly spun around, placing Rylee’s back against the door. Tugging, pulling, twisting on the zipper of her jeans, he maneuvered it enough to get his hand inside; his fingers slid past the silky material of her panties and into her slick folds.
“Oh, yeah, baby…so wet for me.” His voice was rough and close, rasping over her skin, two fingers pushing inside, slowly thrusting into her warm, tight heat, his thumb teasing her swollen clit.
“Oh, fuck…Nick…I…gonna make me…” Rylee’s head fell back, and she moaned
loudly.
“Uh-huh…yeah,” Nick panted, “wanna see you.” He licked along the column of her exposed neck, his fingers buried inside her.
Rylee bucked wildly against him, fucking herself on his fingers. “Oh…Nick…yes!” she screamed out, and her entire body shook as her climax poured over her.
“That’s it, baby…let me feel it,” Nick whispered hoarsely against her lips, encouraging her, his fingers still moving inside, loving how she pulsated around him, her juices freely flowing down his hand.
Nick continued to hold her and placed soothing kisses along her face, in her hair. His cock was rubbing against her, hard and insistent in his jeans, seeking satisfaction.
“I need…” he whispered raggedly, and Rylee nodded, as if understanding exactly what he needed, in spite of his inability to say it. Her hand moved down his chest and stomach until she reached his erection, so aching, so hard, and so ready.
Rylee unlocked her legs from around his waist, and slowly stood on her feet. She turned him, placing his back against the door again, before slithering down his body to her knees in front of him. She buried her face in his crotch, nuzzling him through his jeans. Nick leaned against the door, legs parted, stomach muscles taut, cock filled to bursting as Rylee opened his pants, her slender fingers reaching in to touch before pulling him out.
She pumped up and down his thick shaft for several moments.
Nick groaned. His eyes fluttered closed and his body shivered at the feel of her hands on his skin. He heard the familiar sound of foil tearing and looked down to see Rylee lean forward to take him right into her waiting mouth, those lips working the condom over his cock before that sweet mouth proceeded to blow his mind.
The sensation of his shaft sliding on the smooth, velvet heat of Rylee’s tongue had his hips driving forward, seeking more. Those lips pulled at him, that wicked tongue swirled around him, as Rylee’s head bobbed up and down and she took him deep into the back of her throat.
His eyes rolled back into his head, and he inhaled with a hiss. “Oh, fuck, yeah. Right.
Fucking. There.” Rylee kept moving on him, lips tight, tongue rubbing along the underside of his cock.
“Goddamn, baby. Soon…” His hands twined in her hair and held her steady, pushing even deeper, fucking her mouth, his hips pumping in short bursts, yelling out as his orgasm ripped through him, and he shot, filling the condom.
Rylee continued to suck him. She finally pulled back, removing the used condom as she went. She looked up at him; her amber eyes shone, her swollen lips glistened.
Nick slid down the wall and reached for her. “You…fuck, you’re amazing.” His lips crashed down on hers, his hands cupping her head to hold her close.
They writhed against each other on the carpet. Rylee wrapped one leg around his hips and planted the other on the floor as she thrust up against him. In no time at all Nick’s cock was raging again.
They were all over each other, needy hands groping, touching, feeling; moving fast and frantic, attacking each other’s clothes, desperate and anxious for the feel of skin against skin. Finally, bare bodies came together. Heat poured off their skin, lips locked, limbs tangled. Nick moved down her and settled between her legs. He feasted on the sight of her spread open for him, her mound completely bare except for a strip of neatly trimmed dark red hair, her dusky pink lips coated with her cream.
Nick’s thumbs held her folds open as his tongue licked from her crease to her clit. His lips latched onto the swollen, sensitive bud and sucked it into his mouth.
“Oh…God, yes,” Rylee cried out sharply, her fingers clutching in his hair, her hips lifting off the floor, pushing her pussy toward his face. Nick gripped her ass, burying his face in her cunt, tongue fucking her, loving the sweet, spicy taste.
With a final lick, Nick sat back, panting harshly, unable to take it a moment longer. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips.
“Can’t wait…need to be inside of you.” His voice a deep growl, he groped for his pants, searching the pockets for a condom. Fingers trembling, he struggled to open the package, barely containing his overwhelming lust long enough to get it over his aching shaft.
He came down on top of her. “Gonna fuck you now,” he warned. “Can’t go slow…can’t be gentle.”
“Yes. Hard and fast.” Those amber eyes stared back at him, clear and sure, her skin flushed a deep honey brown.
He lined his cock up with her pussy and pushed inside with one long thrust, the sensation explosive and breathtaking, their twin gasps echoing through the room. They lay locked together for a moment, the rise and fall of their chests the only movement in the room, and he could see in her eyes that she felt the same undeniable connection between them that he did. Except it was so much more than physical.
With a groan, Nick began to move, fucking her with deep, hard strokes, his hips snapping back and forth, one hand reaching out and gripping the arm of the couch in front of him