“You mean,” she broke off to clear her throat, “you want to come on my throat.”
“I do,” I told her. “I want to slide my cock between your tits. Can you manage that tonight?”
She huffed. “I’m not entirely hopeless.”
“No? Your pussy is off limits to me tonight. That means it’s disabled for all intents and purposes. Unless you feel like trying. . . .”
She shook her head swiftly, and I had to hide a grin.
I tapped her bottom lip. “Don’t bait a tiger by pulling his tail. Literally.” With a wink, I leaned over to the nightstand again and opened the top drawer where I stashed the condoms and some lube. I didn’t use the latter often, but it made fucking my fist a more bearable prospect.
I preferred to get my dick wet in a cunt, but I’d settle for my hand when time was short, and I really needed to blow my load.
Grabbing the bottle, I sat up on my heels, one of my knees on either side of her hips. Opening the lid, I poured some onto my hands, and then I poured some onto her tits. They gleamed like wet silk and I watched, my mouth watering, as the lube spilled over the mounds.
I realized I’d barely tugged and sucked at the perfect cherries cresting each tit, but I could do that later.
Coating my cock with my slick fist elicited a moan from her. I grinned at her. “Like that, huh?” I did it again, twice more, and watched as she licked her lips at the sight.
Fuck, I needed her.
Not just her tits, but her cunt.
Christ.
Grabbing the gorgeous swells with either hand, I pushed them together and made a tunnel for myself. She whimpered as she felt my cock against her skin, then slowly, I began to fuck her there. I manipulated her skin, knowing that I pinched her in some points, squeezed to the point of pain in others as I screwed her tits.
She didn’t seem to mind.
Her breathy pants told me she was eager for this, eager for more, and I had no doubt that her once virginal, little pussy wanted more action than it was ready for.
Mouth watering at the prospect of tasting her tonight, I used her tits. I’d never been a fan of titty fucks. I found them boring. But as I stared down into her eyes as I did this, there was nothing boring about it.
Shit, what the hell was happening to me?
There was a whole world of delight in her gaze, and I found myself falling into it like I’d just uttered the password to Ali Baba’s cave.
When my orgasm approached, I tilted my head back, unable to look at her as I climaxed. My thrusts grew shaky, staccato, as I found my pleasure. I roared as I came, my seed spattering the upper slopes of her tits, her nipples, her throat, her chin, even her mouth and cheek.
Fuck, that was a lot of cum, and while I’d thought she was beautiful, I wasn’t sure I’d seen a more beautiful sight than I did at that moment.
Releasing my taut grip on her tits, I let them fall aside, but I left my cock there, in the welcome haven of her body. Then, with slow and sure movements, I began to rub the cum into her skin. Languidly, dreamily, I guessed. Not stopping until my cum had merged with the lube and she was a shiny mess.
Wiping my hands on the bed cover, I reached up for the cum on her face. Scooping some up, I carried it to her mouth.
“Lick my fingers,” I ordered her.
Her tongue popped out, and she sucked them clean. Before I could groan, I saw her nose wrinkle, and though I smiled, I told her, “Get used to tasting it. I want you to swallow every drop next time.”
Her eyes flared wide. “Next time?”
I nodded. “Next time.”
If she thought I was going anywhere, if she thoughtshewas going anywhere, she was fucking crazy.
With a hum, I did the same as I had earlier.
I rubbed my seed into her cheeks. Coated her upper lip with it and ran it around her lips. “Don’t lick them,” I warned her. “Leave my cum there. Above your lip.”