I know I’m supposed to take her pussy, but her mouth feels so good. Too good. I can’t deny her sexually, so I stand there and let the arousal wash over me.
She sucks me down to my base, and I can’t help but apply a little extra push. She coughs, and saliva runs down her chin. I lick my lips at the sight. When I pull out, I almost want to lean down to claim her mouth again, but she quickly takes me back inside again.
She repeats this until I can’t hold back any longer and start thrusting.
Back and forth, quicker every time. And she lets me.
My hard-on is pulsing with need, and my sack tightens when I’m completely inside her throat. I grab the sides of her face to push in farther until I hear that familiar, throaty sound again, and then I pull back.
As she takes in some air, I rub myself before shoving back in again. Her tongue circles around my length as I thrust in and out, eager to receive.
I clasp my hands around her throat and pound hard.
It’s wrong, so wrong.
But that desperate look in her eyes makes me do it.
I can’t stop fucking her mouth.
Can’t stop wanting to feel her throat tighten around my cock.
Can’t stop the desire to come all over her tongue.
So I do.
With a roar, I jet deep into her throat, coating her tongue and the inside of her mouth. She moans, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard after listening to her swallow it. Her tongue rolls around me as she struggles with the stream of cum, which keeps on coming. I only let go of her face once I’m sated, and my cock is flaccid again.
When I pull out, she gasps for air, coughing.
I lean down and press a long, soft kiss onto her forehead and smile to show her my appreciation.
She briefly smiles back, and it’s all I need to feel the full brunt of my greed for her again.
I don’t want this to end with just my pleasure.
I need to sate her too.
I can see it in her eyes. That wantonness that’s been dormant for far too long. Her body is yearning for it, so I will give her what she deserves.
Tipping up her chin, I make her stand on her feet, and then I push her down to the bed again. With a flat hand against her belly, I make her lie down and prop myself between her legs.
She stammers again, “But—”
“Shh …” I murmur, placing a kiss on her thigh.
She sucks in a breath as my fingers reach up her dress until I expose her pussy once again.
Slowly, my mouth roams up to her crevice until I reach the top, where I place another tempting kiss. I take a whiff, her scent arousing me to the point of getting hard again.
I dive straight into her pussy, claiming it with my mouth.
She arches her back on the bed, her mouth wide open as I lick and suck as much as I can. I don’t need experience to know what she likes. The only thing I need is to hear her moan and feel her squirm.
My hand snakes around her waist, and I push her body up to access her more easily. Pushing my tongue into her makes her go crazy as she bucks up to meet my lips. I place gentle kisses and suck in between, creating a whirlwind of sensations she can’t seem to cope with. She desperately clings to the blanket, scrunching it up with her fingers.
Her face shows she’s struggling with the feelings inside her even though I know she wants this. Her clit is engorged, and when I twirl my tongue around it, she moans again, making me grin. I alternate kisses with suckling, mixing it with my tongue. I push two fingers inside her wetness, and the mere idea of touching her there makes me grow even harder. I thrust in and out of her, and she seems to like it, judging from the blush on her face.
I want her to be pleasured, but this is also my way of preparing her for what’s to come, eventually. Because soon, it will be my length inside her instead of my fingers.
As I roll my fingers around inside her, I can feel the heat rising, and I even need to hold her down to the bed with my other hand.
Her muscles contract around my fingers, and she holds in a breath only to let it out seconds later. A soft moan escapes her mouth, and her whole body tenses up as she quivers underneath me. I grip her waist tight and lick up all her wetness, loving the taste.
This … the way she scrambles for air, the way her eyes roll into the back of her head, the way she is unequivocally mine … this is what I live for.