"Ride my face."
7
Theresa
"Wh-a-a-t?" Of everything he could have said, honestly, this is the last thing that I could have anticipated.
"You heard me," he jerks his chin toward his chest, "sit on my mouth."
"Jesus," I gasp, "what the hell is wrong with you?"
"What’s wrong is that you are still standing." He scowls. "Take your panties off now and sit on my face, woman."
"And if I say no?"
"Don’t make me force you."
"Ha," I flip my hair over my shoulder, "you can’t even get back into bed after you fell to the floor."
"I can still use my tongue," he smirks, "and I can make you do anything I want."
"Don’t bet on it."
"Want another demonstration?" He arches an eyebrow.
Yes.
Yes.
"Of course, not," I say primly.
"Then take off your panties and sit on my goddamn mouth, right now."
Only when my fingers brush against the underside of my panties do I realize that I have obeyed him. I can’t stop myself from pulling my panties down my legs. I kick them off and he nods. "Good, now fit your pussy on my mouth."
A shiver runs down my spine. I squeeze my thighs together and one side of his lips kicks up. "Come on Sunshine," he coaxes, "get that sweet cunt of yours in between my lips."
I step over his chest then lower myself down to a squat over his face. My cheeks heat as my dress bunches up around my thighs. He stares up and at the most intimate part of me. His nostrils flare and his blue eyes seem to grow deeper in color. He licks his lips and my knees almost give way from under me.
"Come 'ere," he growls, "slide that glistening flesh across my mouth. Now."
I lower myself and when his hot breath sears my pussy I almost cry out. When he swipes his tongue up my core Idocry out, "Xan—"
He freezes, and only then, do I realize my mistake. "Oh, hell, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I—"
He tips up his chin and fastens his mouth over my throbbing center.
"Jesus," I yell, "omigod, omigod, Axel, no, what are you doin—" He thrusts his tongue inside my channel and my head rolls back in my neck. My thighs do give way and my knees hit the floor on either side of his head. I part my legs wide enough to avoid coming into contact with the wound on his temple.
My thigh muscles protest, and I huff when he thrusts his tongue in and out of me; in and out. He tongue fucks me and my entire body shudders. I grab hold of his hair on the unhurt side of his head; a growl rumbles up his chest. The vibrations envelop my pussy, travel up my spine. He pulls out of my channel only to curl his tongue around my clit. He bites down on the swollen bud and a trembling swoops up from my feet. It grips my thighs, my belly, shoots up my spine. "Oh, god, oh, god."
He thrusts his tongue inside my channel again and I explode. The climax grips me and I slap my hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming aloud.
He continues to eat me out, licks on my core, sucks on my already sopping flesh and that’s when I fall over. Literally, I smother his face with my pussy as I slump over him. He makes a humming noise in his throat and my pussy instantly clenches again. Oh hell, I need to put some distance between us, only until I can work out what just happened. I pull away from him and collapse on my back next to him.
"Kiss me," he demands.
"What?"