Still looking him in the eyes, I open my mouth, showing him all of the cum I have in my mouth. His face lights up with a devious grin and he takes my hand in his, pulling me up and into him. I let myself go willingly, feeling my knees sore from all that time kneeling at his feet. Not that I’m complaining—oh, not at all.
As soon as I’m at his level, I lean forward and press my mouth against his, parting my lips and letting his tongue in. I feel his semen starting to drip down my chin as we kiss, but I couldn’t care less. He sucks on my tongue, and then rolls his inside of my mouth, stealing back all of his cum. The moment he pulls back from me, I wipe my chin with the back of my hand, swallowing whatever’s left inside of my mouth. Grinning, he does the same, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as his own fluids go down his throat.
“Don’t think that means we’re done,” he says, that lustful grin on his lips. He takes his hand and places it right over my crotch. “Now’s my turn.”
My heart thrashes inside my chest as he says it, and my pussy almost bursts like a dam. I become so wet that I start to feel even my dress becoming damp. And no, I’m not exaggerating.
“I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me,” I tell him as he pushes me back against the seat, sliding his fingers under my dress; he pulls me into him, crushing his mouth into mine. We kiss in abandonment, Lance’s tongue brushing against my lips and cleaning it dry of the drops of cum still hanging there. His hands keep going up my legs, and he slides them under my body, cupping my ass cheeks harshly as he gently bites on my neck.
“Keep it hard for me, baby,” I whisper into his ear, grabbing his cock and stroking. I didn’t need to worry, he’s still as hard as concrete. Even though I’ve teased him to no end and forced him to cum inside of my mouth, he’s still hard! And he didn’t even need five seconds to rest and recuperate. Oh, the world does belong to the young ones, it seems...
His fingers rub my ass cheeks, his thumbs going over my crack and pulling at my thong. With his hands over my underwear, he forces his way around my waist, bunching up the fabric of my dress, and plants one hand right over my pussy and thong. I’m so wet that his fingers slip over my crotch, as if I’m covered in oil. Pressing his open palm there, he rubs it against me until I throw my head back and start moaning hard.
He takes his hand out for one quick second, just the amount of time necessary for him to push my dress up to my waist. As his fingers brush against my skin, I feel them wet and slippery, completely covered in my juices.
Once more, he presses hard against my pussy, and I start stroking him in a backhanded motion, my hand moving over his length almost too clumsily.
My eyes are closed, so I don’t see him leaning into me—all that I feel are his lips wrapping themselves tightly around my nipples and sucking hard on them, one hand of his cupping my breasts and pulling at them.
I don’t know how that’s even possible, but I’m becoming even wetter. I can already feel my fluids dripping down my inner thighs; such is the mess my loins are in.
I moan in anticipation as he starts tugging on my dress, pushing it down my legs in a hurry; I kick it off, lying back against the seat just in my completely drenched thong. Exactly the way he likes it, I bet.
He grabs my ass, squeezing hard while he pulls at the small string that covers it. He pulls and tugs at the part of my thong that goes around my thighs, slowly sending it down on one side and then on the other. Soon enough, only a small wet patch of fabric is covering my pussy.
Lance goes from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking, and taking his time with my tits. I grab his head and force him to suck on my nipples harder, the flesh in my breasts molding to the pressure of his mouth. Softly, he pulls on my right nipple with his teeth, biting on it with a kind of careful and tender pressure. My mind stabbed by pleasure, he finally starts to softly kiss his way down to my belly, going to his knees like I did before. There, he takes his time, kissing around my waist as if that un-tanned line of skin marked border territory. But eventually he goes over it, his lips seductively kissing my groins. I’m fighting hard not to thrust my pussy against his face, but if he had the mental fortitude to resist me, I can do the same.
Or, well, I can try.
Pulling me into him with his hands on my ass, he presses his mouth over the small patch of thong that still covers me, sucking eagerly over my pussy. I can’t help but sway my hips as he does it, knowing that my out-of-control wetness is now on his lips and tongue, and that my most secret scents and flavors are now his to taste.
He opens his mouth and slowly closes it, as if he’s trying to devour my pussy; then, suddenly becoming tired of not having me completely naked, he bites on my thong and pulls it down my legs with his teeth, rubbing his hands up and down my side.
I look at him, his cock still proudly standing between his legs, waiting for its turn to ravish me. I feel his eyes crawling all over me, enjoying every valley, hill, and curve of my body, mentally ravaging every single inch of me.
He takes his thumb and presses it just one inch above my clit, applying downward pressure, and I feel that electric tingle coursing through me. I don’t even understand how he can possibly know my body so well. Even I, alone in my bedroom and having some me time, can’t touch myself the way he’s doing right now. Someone as young as him shouldn’t have this kind of experience… But he has, and I’m the luckiest woman around.
He continues rubbing my clit, all while stretching his fingers and brushing one of them gently between my pussy lips in a coming and going motion. I slowly move my hips in his direction, barely able to control myself; he just applies a bit more pressure on my clit and I stop immediately, my whole body feeling an intense current of electricity running through every single fiber in it.
I can’t control myself. It’s impossible to resist while he tortures me like this.
I grab his wrist with one hand, and I push it against my pussy, trying to force him to do anything—press against it, finger me, lick me. Anything! I need him; I need his body… Fingers, mouth, cock—I need everything in him.
But he’s strong, and no matter how much strength I apply, his hand doesn’t budge. He simply looks up at me, grinning as if he knows exactly the kind of maddening torture he’s putting me through.
“If you want my cock, you’ll have to wait,” he tells me, and I almost want to scream in frustration. The good kind of frustration, of course. I know that the more he tortures me, the more I’m going to explode, but I just don’t want to wait. Like a kid on Christmas, I don’t want to wait until it’s midnight to unwrap my presents. I want it now, all of it!
“Lance… I…” I stammer, running my hands through his hair back and forth, summoning whatever endurance there’s in me to resist his touch.
“What do you want me to do?” he asks, slowly stroking my clit as he looks up at me. “Tell me.”
I look at him, but my mind is completely blank. What do I want him to do? How about everything? He jumps in to help me then, that grin full of mischievousness dancing on his lips.
“Maybe I should do this…?” He leans into me, and without touching me with his mouth, he simply lets his tongue press right over my clit. The muscles in my legs tighten and I start pulling at his hair, not knowing what to do. “Or maybe this?” He slides one inch of his finger inside of me, and I immediately try to thrust my hips upward so that he goes all the way in. “Someone’s very, very eager...”
I pant as he slides his finger all the way in, curling it in a hooking motion and stroking somewhere inside my pussy that makes sparks fly behind my eyelids. With his finger nestled there, he simply rubs it against my insides; he leans into me, his lips wrapped tight around my clit, dancing with it as he flicks his tongue in precise maddening motions.
I’m trying hard not to moan, but it’s getting harder to resist. Really hard.