I have myself a laugh. I just had the perfect taste of her cunt, and now I’m made to grovel? Nevertheless, I know what she means.
Beg.
My hands will beg.
My mouth too, just not in the usual way.
My body will beg by way of worshipping her.
I fucking sigh, glimpsing her round ass and then that wet pussy. She no longer needs my direction, having created that perfect arch of her back and allowing her ass to bend even more. The jewel I’m obsessed with becomes even more visible. I let my thumb plunge into her wetness as my lips trail the small of her back.
“Oooo.” Luxury’s hands and knees shake each time a kiss adorns that soft spot right above her ass.
“You just came countless times, but I must beg?” I chuckle, hypnotized by pleasing her.
“That’s right,” Luxury replies, twirling her ass in my face.
Controlled by lust, my tongue dips inside her arsehole. I allow a few more fingers to thrust in and out of her pussy. My cock is swollen with desire. I’ll hold off. Soon as Luxury rides over her first wave, I alternate from kissing her pussy from the back, tongue thrusting the depth of her ocean.
“Have I paid penance for leaving, Luxury?”
“Yes . . . yes . . . yesssss!”
With my tongue flickering every throbbing fold, I shove as hard as the smaller muscle will go.
“Victorrrrrr, I need you.”
I sweep my hands over her ass cheeks and murmur, “Eh . . . I’ve more sins to pay for, Luxury. You give in too easily.”
I suck at her pussy until my mouth, jaw, and chest are witness to the river of her cunt, and Luxury’s back has sagged. I inch into her. Her tight ass threatens for me to explode on the spot, but I grip her left ass cheek and catch a rhythm.
At this very moment, I am certain that I’ll be content if I never murder again. Luxury’s ass pounds at my cock. As we accelerate, she can no longer scream my name. I fuck her into the mattress until we finally cum together.
Hearts pounding like a drum, we sink down with me on top.
“Vic . . . move, you big lumberjack.” Her murmur’s muffled by the pillow.
“Oh shite,” I groan, falling at her side, only to scoop her into my arms. “Wake me in five minutes, Lux. We’ve got places to be.” Exhausted and spent, I’d long forgotten the arrangements I’d made for my return.
“Alright, five minutes,” she gripes, and I dose off to the sound of Luxury denying that we have anywhere to bebuthere with each other.
* * *
Either Luxury allowed me a longer slumber, or I entered REM sleep in less than five minutes. She awakens me, peppering kisses all over my face, and says, “Where do we have to be, Victor?”
“You’ll find out soon.”
She gasps, nipping my bottom lip. “Equal my ass! That sounds like old Victor.”
“If you must, we can compromise at my discretion. There are stipulations to the rules—”
“What rules?”
I stifle a yawn, muttering, “We’re in bed. You are wholly mine to do with as I please. Outside of bed, we’re—”
“Equals.”
“You catch on quick, Little One.”