Growling, I kicked off my jeans and removed my shirt. “On second thought, I’ll kill anyone who touches what’s mine.”
“That’s what I thought, now stop talking and finish what you started.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I grinned, then asked. “You like it when I touch you. That’s why your nipples do this.” I said, tweaking the dark pink tips of her breasts as they pebbled. Slipping my hand between her legs, I dipped a finger into her pussy. She gasped as she spread her legs further apart. I knew my woman. I knew what she wanted next as I traced her lips with my glistening finger, then put it inside her mouth. She instinctively sucked.
“You love to fuck, don’t you, baby?” I said as I took my hand back.
“I love fucking you,” she gasped as I rubbed her clit with my other hand.
“Good answer.”
I kissed her, a deep, drugging kiss. My hands tangled in her hair as I held her mouth hard against mine. My tongue sliding against hers, between her lips, in and out. She clawed back, her nails digging into my skin as she pressed her whole body against mine, unable to get close enough. When I tore my mouth from hers, she leaned her head back, breathing hard, “Fuck me, Dylan. Fuck me hard.”
“You’ll get my dick, baby, but first, I need dessert,” I said as she moaned.
I looked at her pussy as she opened her legs wider, pleased to see the lips glistening with her pussy juice.
I knelt before her. Moving my mouth towards her, I kissed the inside of her thighs to heighten her anticipation. This close, I could see how wet she was and her clit, which almost seemed to throb with excitement.
“Please! Don’t fucking tease me!” she said and tried to pull my face into her. Laughing, I resisted but gently ran my tongue up her pussy lips, loving the taste of her. “What is it you want, Kitty,” I said as if I didn’t already know. My woman was voracious when it came to sex. She loved every aspect of it, all of it. She was kinky, shy, seductive, a vixen. She was everything and more, and she was all mine.
She knew the game and, despite her desperate desire to have my mouth on her, she loved it.
“Lick my clit, Bullseye,” she said.
I immediately ran my tongue gently over her clit, and she cried out in pleasure, feeling my tongue setting off spasms in her pussy.
“Like that?” I asked innocently.
“Yes, you fucking know it! Now more, please!” she responded. “Come on, and tongue fuck me!”
This time there was no teasing, and my tongue started to lick from her pussy lips to her clit and back. I pushed my tongue harder into her, doing as she asked, fucking her with my tongue. I moved it back to her clit and took the area into my mouth, feeling her hand on the back of my head pushing me in for more contact.
“Oh, fuck yes!” she whispered in a strained voice. “Oh, holy fuck Dylan. Don’t stop. FUCK! I’m coming!”
I felt her clit and pussy throb against my mouth and struggled to keep my tongue on her as she bucked around, but her thighs clamped my head in place as I devoured her taste.
As her orgasm subsided, she eased herself from the table onto wobbly legs and grabbed my cock, kissing me at the same time. I knew she could taste herself on my lips.
My kitty was kinky like that.
I turned her roughly, pushed her forward over the table.
One hand grabbing her hair, the other slapping her ass.
“That’s right baby. Spank my ass,” she said, wiggling her perfect backside, begging for more. Obliging, I spank her a couple more times before I grabbed my cock and placed it at her entrance. In one thrust, I buried myself deep into her as she moaned loudly, shouting, “Fucking Hell!”
I pushed her head down, grabbed her hair, and pulled it roughly. My thrusts were quick and deep as I fucked her as wildly as she felt. It was always like this between us. Rough, gentle, whatever we needed, the other just knew. I loved how she accepted me, no matter the situation. She was made for me, heart, body, and soul.
“I love fucking you, ramming my cock into your soaking pussy,” I said.
I pulled her hair harder, loving her moans of pleasure, talking to her, telling her how wet she was, how tight she was around my cock, asking her how it felt, knowing she could only barely speak with the pleasure of it.
“Clit,” she said, thrusting her hips back onto me.
“Why?” I asked, knowing the answer, slowing down. “Tell me why.”
“I need to cum, you jackass! I’m so close. Fuck, I want to cum again.”
Reaching around, my hand found her sweet spot, touching her there briefly, just long enough to coat my fingers in her wetness, before moving my slick fingers to her lips for her to taste. Her moans were greater now as I fucked her harder. My baby was loud and demanding, and I knew she didn’t need my fingers to cum. My cock slid into her wet fuck hole, filling her completely. My heavy balls banging against her as I did so.
The change in her breathing and her sudden silence told me she was starting to cum, then she moaned loudly as she thrust back onto me before loudly crying out her pleasure. I watched as she fucked herself on my cock, using my meaty dick for her pleasure, feeling the intense sensations all around her clit, and the feeling washed over her again and again as she came.
The sensation was too much for me and, as she peaked, I felt the tingle in my balls and knew I was coming. I increased my thrust to extended her orgasm and, as I felt a massive spurt of my cum shoot inside her. Pumping until every last drop shot out of my dick, I slowed and then stopped. My breathing was fast and my heart beating madly as I stood behind her, still joined, unable to move.
Eventually, I pulled my now semi-hard cock out and watched my cum drip out of her swollen pussy. It was the most beautiful sight ever. Her fingers were ready, as they always were, as she caught my cum on them then sucked on them, loving the taste of my seed, smiling at me.
Chuckling, I looked for my jeans, finding them near the fridge. Walking over, I pulled them on. Turning back to her, I watched as she did the same.
“So…what’s for dinner?”