“I fucking need to taste you,” he said on a growl. “Tell me you want that.”
“You have no idea how bloody much,” I replied, but my eyes slid down. “So is turnabout fair play here?”
“After,” he promised. “After I’ve sunk myself deep inside you, felt your cunt clenching around my cock. After I’ve come with the sounds of your screams in my ears.”
“Fair enough,” I said with a shrug and then threw myself backwards onto the bed. But my body had barely bounced on the mattress when he was on me, covering my body with his broad one, kisses trailing down my neck, capturing my nipples, one after the other, only to leave them aching for more. Then that satiny hair slid over my skin as his mouth went lower and lower.
“Jesus…” I cried as he spread my thighs wide, as he traced every curve, every indent, the skin there twice as sensitive. Not as sensitive as my clit, which twitched wildly at the feeling of him, but not where I needed him. My hand went to his hair, rudely tightening, but he just chuckled, looking up the line of my body.
“You need me.”
“So fucking much,” I replied. “You can go the growl later, because right now, I need that cock.”
“Oh, you’ll get it, but you need to come on my fingers first. Let me feel your cunt twitching around them while your clit’s in my mouth, then I’ll give you every fucking inch.”
Right then. My grip on his hair tightened as he grinned, as I pushed him down where he was most needed. He let out a helpless little moan before shoving his hands under my hips, cradling me before burying his face deep.
This was it, the kind of head I’d always dreamed of but never gotten. No timid, insipid little licks, he was gorging himself on me, his tongue a lashing frenzy, my body not sure which way was up. He flicked at my clit with long, broad sweeps of the flat, then suckled on it so gently, my nails raked his scalp. He pulled away with a laugh at the sound of my frantic little moans, dropping down and then spearing his tongue inside me. The regular pressure and the thrust of that too soft protuberance inside me giving me an all too lovely warmup for what was to come had me ridiculously wired. My fingers dug into the sheets, my heels into the bed as my hips began to rise, but he tugged me back up against him, unwilling to let me go. As I began to twist on the bed, his lips covered my clit, two fingers spearing inside me, drawing a low guttural sound from my throat.
“Close… So close.”
“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, love? Snatch at my fingers.” He pushed another one in, scissoring it until I really felt the stretch.
“I will if you get down to business,” I snapped, my body feeling like it was wound way too tight. I needed him to lick my clit, to work it until that lovely starburst of pleasure was washing through my whole body. He grinned up from between my thighs, looking like a blond-haired devil, and I was more than ready to sin with him.
“You need more?” He pulled his fingers free of me, another nudging at my entrance. Four? I looked down in trepidation, and he just shook his head. “You need to stretch a bit if you’re gonna fit me. I want you wet and soft and sweet, so that when I work my cock inside you, you fucking fall apart.”
“Halfway there,” I ground out, feeling him push them in. It was a slow, torturous process and I wasn’t sure he got all that far in, but then his head dropped down to suck my clit and I no longer cared.
There was something so deliciously wanton about being allowed to lie back and just feel pleasure. I wanted to touch him, make him feel good too, but right now, there was only this. He kept me pinned to the bed, like a wolf with his prey, slurping and suckling on me, my body winding tighter and tighter, my cunt clutching at him weakly, a precursor for what was to come—me. I was calling out to gods of every faith as he forced his fingers deeper, then curled them up.
“Oh fuck!” My eyes snapped open, everything looking odd and different as my world was torn apart. He followed every twitch of my body, licking me through one screaming orgasm and straight into building another. Usually, I was one and done, wiped out and too sensitive and pushing him away, but not this time. My fingers became claws as I dragged him upwards.
I felt soft and sweet as honey as his heavy weight settled over me. I was pinned to the bed, and somehow, that was exactly where I wanted to be.
“I wanted to make you come a few more times,” he said, shifting restlessly, his cock hard and heavy between my legs, but not yet where I needed him. “You tasted sweeter than that damn cake. I wanted to savour you.”
“Savour me with that big fucking dick jammed in deep,” I said, grabbing at his hips.
He grinned, a bright thing in the darkness, then lifted his hips up, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder before lining his cock up. He paused, making me get all grabby hands. I could feel it, the big head already spreading me wide, letting me know what kind of glorious intrusion was incoming.
“You sure?” he asked, the smile fading somewhat, making me tip my head to one side.
“You can feel how sure I am,” I said, flexing my hips so my wetness smeared all over his dick. “Really, really sure.”
“Yeah?” he said with a smile. “You want my cock, little girl?”
“More than Charles’ chocolate cake, and if you knew me, you’d know that’s no small claim.”
Chapter 5
He pierced me with a series of short, rocking thrusts. I admit, I was a bit of a girth queen, but even I stiffened at the feel of his intrusion.
“Shh…” he soothed, smoothing my hair back from my face. “It’s OK, you can take me.”
Oh, he had no worries there. If I had to don climbing gear to scale Dick Everest, I would. I pushed back, feeling that fucking glorious pleasure-pain that comes from taking big dick. I knew it wasn’t for everyone, but fuck did I love that feeling of being almost too full. I had plenty of sizeable dildos, but this? A living, breathing cock has a whole other feel, and I was here for it.
“Fuck…” I hissed.