His kisses traveled lower until his lips and stubble were grazing my hip. I was so wet it embarrassed me and I covered my face with my hands. His kisses trailed between my thighs and he reached up under my hips and pulled my pussy into his face. His tongue delved gently into me at first as he lapped up my desire like it was a love potion that he couldn’t get enough of. I’d never had anyone go down on me before and fell into a trance at the sensation of him sucking and licking my most intimate spot. He flicked his tongue expertly over my clit until I involuntarily arched into his mouth, bearing down on him with my sex like it had a mind of its own.
“Fuck my face, Harley,” he said as he slid his tongue from my ass to my clit and back and forth until I was seeing stars. I wrapped my legs around his head and without stopping his rhythm, he reached behind him and uncrossed my ankles, gripped them like a lock and shoved them toward the top of the bed. I was so open and exposed before him and he moved back to admire my hungry flesh in the weak light of dawn.
Wyatt sat up on the bed and motioned for me to come to him. He brought me standing in front of him, still surveying my body like it was an object of art on display at a museum.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
I turned and he yanked my hips back burring his face in the crack of my ass.
“Lean forward,” he told me. “Spread your legs.”
I stepped out a bit on both sides and pitched myself forward towards the floor. My heart was racing again, but I trusted Wyatt to keep me safe, to not hurt me in any way, and I’d already decided to give myself to him completely and fulfill all of his desires.
He massaged my ass cheeks pulling handfuls taut in his hand and then spanking the flesh hard when he let it go. It hurt like crazy and I swallowed my own heart and tears trying not to cry out. He spanked my ass dozen times, until the only sound I could distinguish was the ringing in my ears. My flesh burned, my nose was running, and my face was wet yet again with fresh tears.
After the last spank, he touched the spot gently and blew on the heated flesh, then suddenly yanked me toward him and planted his tongue directly on my asshole.
I yelped in surprise and he hit my ass cheek again in punishment. So I bit my lip and shut up as he swirled his tongue wickedly around my asshole, probing and pushing, making me blush fire red with shame. Wyatt slipped two fingers inside my pussy and began finger fucking me while his tongue still played on my ass. I was so close to coming, but I was afraid of it happening too fast.
“Wyatt.” I grabbed his wrist begging him to stop. With his two fingers saturated in my desire, he pulled the lubrication back to my ass.
“I’ve never—” I said, before he plunged a finger in my ass. He moved it frenetically while his mouth took my pussy again. I was buzzing from head to toe and my limbs began to go numb on me. I hadn’t even touched his cock, which was clearly visible through his jeans.
In a single move, he stood and tore his jeans and boxers away, then pulled me down until I was sitting on his lap. I could feel his massive erection at the base of my back. Wyatt closed his knees together underneath mine and then spread them, making my own legs spread wide, now straddled backwards over his lap. He reached up and massaged my breasts, pinching and tugging my sore nipples until I moaned and felt my own lubrication drip down my leg. I reached back and embraced him, pulling my fingers through his hair. He continued to tug my nipples while he began an intense attack of attention on my neck and upper back.
The skin of my entire upper body erupted in gooseflesh, while I gushed between my legs dripping onto him and making my insatiable appetite for him known. Wyatt grabbed my hips and yanked me back until his hardness aligned with my spine and his balls the top of my ass crack.
“I’m gonna put you on my cock,” he said.
I nodded, unable to talk.
“I want you to ride my dick like you ride all of daddy’s expensive horses, and even if you come, don’t stop riding until I pull your hair hard.” He yanked my hair back as a demonstration and it hurt, but I tried hard not to react or cry out in shock.