“Don’t stop,” she whimpers.
I smirk, savoring the neediness in her voice, the desire, as I remember what she said.
She owns me as much as I own her.
And now she’s showing it.
“Beg me,” I snarl, giving her ass a gentle spank, nothing to hurt her, just to remind her she’s mine.
“Please,” she moans, shoving her ass in my face as she leans back. “What you were doing. That spot.”
“Your clit. It’s needy as fuck.”
“Keep going, please. Felix, p-p-puh….”
She can’t complete her sentence, not when I take her clit in my mouth and suck on it, rubbing my tongue all over it at the same time.
She starts rocking back with me, her voice caught in a tangle of moans as if she’s struggling to find her breath.
I keep attacking her clit, sinking my hands deeper into her ass every time.
My cock is aflame as the pleasure makes her jerk me up and down, quicker, squeezing harder.
I can feel her pleasure in her hand, the way she holds onto me, making my dick slicker.
“Ah,” she cries. “Oh fuck.”
Her cry of pleasure drives me on and makes me lick her even faster.
She moans as her pussy starts to quake and her scent gets even tangier.
Her pussy gifts me with wave upon wave of warm cream leaking out of her. She writhes against me, up and down, smearing her wetness across my mouth as I keep licking her clit.
She’s collapsed forward. Her hands propped on my legs.
Leaning forward, I lick her even harder, slipping my tongue down to her entrance and greedily lapping up all her wetness.
Finally, she falls back against me, panting, her hand slowly stroking my cock up and down. My base is a tight band of tension, my tip roaring out for her mouth again… or, even sweeter, even better, her pussy, her tight-as-fuck hole.
“I need you,” I snarl, taking her hips and softly nudging her to the side.
She rolls onto her back, staring up at me with that dazed look as I stand and start tearing off my clothes.
My pants were wedged under my balls, and now I pull them down quickly, my movements frantic.
“Get that dress off,” I tell her. “And your underwear.”
“Why?” she murmurs, smiling playfully. “You want to take a picture?”
“About a thousand. But I’ve got more important things to do right now.”
She smiles cutely, shyly, but there’s that sassiness too, a combination I’ll never get tired of.
As my frantic hands grab hungrily at my clothes, she rises up on her knees and starts wriggling out of her dress.
We’re both starving for each other, my cock pulsing, the tip slick with her mouth.
I stumble back when she reveals her full nakedness.