My brain melts.
He sucks me. The force of it pulls me down into a quicksand of sensation. His beard scratches the tender insides of my thighs. He moves his tongue around while he’s sucking, in a merciless, mind-melting movement around my hole.
I cry out behind his hand, shaking my head. He removes his hand from my mouth, seeming annoyed at my interruption. “What?”
“We’re in a dressing room,” I pant.
His look says,You fucking interrupted me for that?
He simply smashes his powerful hand back over my mouth and returns to his wicked and ravenous sucking and stroking.
And then licking. His tongue seems to lift the sensation right out of my core. Lift, lick, lift, up, in…I protest from behind his hand.
My protests are irrelevant. My objections are gnats to a bull. My pussy is his.
He’s taking his time with long and leisurely licks, using the flat part of his tongue now.
I’m helpless in his hold. He takes me. He enjoys me. He moves mercilessly on me with the pointy part of his tongue now. My heart pounds as I realize he’s chasing my orgasm, like it’s prey or something.
The sparkly sensation peeks up and hides. He finds it, chasing, bearing down. I whimper behind his hand. I squirm.
My squirming makes his chase turn ruthless.
I swallow, face hot, body electric. He’s holding me still, licking me, pushing me onto the knife edge of feeling. There’s nowhere to hide, suddenly.
I’m trying to hide, trying to draw back, as if on instinct.
He grunts and jerks my hands, as if to shake me into submission. It feels so good, I don’t know what to do. All I can do is go still.
He licks again, and it’s as if he knows I’m close, because he’s flicking his tongue across my bud, evilly, mercilessly. He knows he has me. He knows.
He goes for the kill.
I break apart under his power. He grunts softly as I come. He changes his grip. He’s cradling me through the tremors that rack my body.
Still he won’t stop licking me. It’s gentle. It’s harsh. It’s un-fucking-believable.
I’m dizzy, panting.
He slows and grunts. He takes his hand from my mouth and slides two fingers into me, nearly sending me into the stratosphere. My hips undulate as if of their own volition.
He brings his slickened fingers to my lips. “Suck.”
“Wh-what?”
He gives me a dark look and squeezes my cheeks with his other hand, forcing my mouth open. “This is mine, too.” He pushes in his fingers. “Suck.”
I suck, trembling.
“This is how beautiful you are,” he says. “How you taste. How I know.”
Know what?
He pulls his fingers from my mouth and pushes them into his own mouth.
I watch him dazedly.
He shoves my legs wider and slides his giant fingers into me. I try to snap my knees closed. He pushes them wider.