“Wh-what the fuuuuu-”
Then his tongue plunged deep inside me, and I had to stop myself from jumping off the bed. Fuck, that felt good.
My hips started gyrating on his face. I wasn’t worried about how I looked. I didn’t care if my ass was smothering him. The vibrations and sensations he set off within me were too much. All my inhibitions fled under the onslaught of lust he fueled within me.
Fuck.He ate this pussy like it was his last meal, and I was going to fucking die from this alone. I couldn’t imagine what his cock felt like.
Pulling my nipples as much as I could with my hands beneath the weight of my body, I groaned into the sheets. I cried out for my lord and savior over a dozen times as my naughty stranger kept sucking on my clit and then thrusting inside my pussy with his tongue when I got too close to my peak.
“Please!” I cried out.
He pulled me closer to his face because I’d tried to scoot off him. I didn’t want him to die, but it seemed like that was his decision, not mine. Either he could hold his breath like a champ, or he had at least a modicum of oxygen down there.
Blissed out, I lifted off the bed when he found my sweet spot with his finger. The dual sensation of his tongue inside made tears prick in my eyes. My God, please never let this end.
I couldn’t stop myself from coming. I tried. Truly I did, but he was that damn good. A record breaker. I’ve never come from oral. Not once in my entire life, but this man changed all that at the bar, and here again. And I didn’t even know his name.
Coming down from the high, I scrambled off his head and spun around on my knees.
“My turn,” I purred. I leaned forward to take his weeping cock into my mouth, but he grabbed the sides of my head.
“Get back into position. No one said you could move.”
I shuddered. “Yes, sir.”
I scrambled back into place and waited for his next command. His cock probed my entrance, and I whimpered. Was he about to take it slow?
He buried himself into me to the hilt.
“Wait!” I cried, “Don’t forget a condom.”
He moved out of me, and I whined from the loss. I heard the crinkle and waited to feel him again. Another second later, and he was pressing back inside me.
I gasped. So, fucking full. He stopped right there and allowed me to adjust. I was so wet from his mouth that I didn’t need it. But feeling him throbbing as he waited did me no favors. It was a testament to his patience.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,malishka,”he murmured from behind me.
I literally had no fucking words for him. My mouth was wide open as I panted. Sweat beaded my temples from my exertion. I already came twice tonight. There was no way he could pull a fucking third one from me.
“So tight,” he groaned as he thrust. “So, fucking wet.”
Yes! Yes! Yes!
He bent down and whispered in my ear. “All fucking mine.”
I pushed my ass against him and fucked myself with his cock. He slapped me as I went backward. I pulled myself away then pressed back as hard as I could. He reached the end of me inside, and I could almost scream from the pleasure.
He halted his movements and flipped me over, so we were face to face. I’d spun on his dick like a stripper spun on a pole for dollar bills.
“Spread those legs wider,malishka.”There was a bite to his tone that told me he was losing control.
Biting my lip, I did what he asked. I spread my trembling legs as wide as they could go. He held my ankles in his hands. Then I clamped down on him, and it was such a surprise that his left hand dropped and wrapped around my throat.
“Oh, God,” I screamed.
“Your God isn’t here right now,” he growled.
He thrusted harder until I couldn’t hold back any longer. White sparks exploded behind my eyelids, and I screamed in ecstasy. He followed right behind me with a slew of what I could only assume was Russian curse words. His cum splashed hot inside of me.