He fills the space around me with more smoke. “How are you feeling, Blakely, like getting on your knees, begging? Feeling my hands replacing yours?” When he swirls his tongue over the lip ring my pussy clenches around nothing and I coo.
I swallow hard, watching him walk backward until he sinks onto the edge of the bed.
“Please!” my words come out desperate, sharp yet breathy.
He yanks me to him in two strides, situating me on the bed with my head hanging over the edge, and latches his fingers around my jaw roughly. As I lie on my back his roughness cloaks me. Cock in hand, he gathers my hair in his fist and pulls it down before he pokes my lips. “Open up, baby, you seem eager to taste me so start sucking.”
He is so fucking rude and demanding—it’s intoxicating.
Parting my lips, I stick my tongue out and he shoves himself inside till I gag around him as he continues to pull my head back and forth to his liking—not giving a damn whether I need a minute to breathe.
Drool leaks from the corners of my mouth, soaking my hair and the sheets.
My eyes burn and sting with more tears as my mouth is being used repeatedly. He rolls his hips rhythmically, his thrusts captivate my body, and wetness streaks slide alongmy inner thigh.
“Finally, I shut your smart mouth with my cock, you little slut.”
Up and down, my head bounces around his cock. Pleasure takes hold of my body as the sensation travels through me.
His fingers tighten on my hair, burning my scalp. Forcing more of his cock down my throat, I gag on it, battling for a sniff of oxygen while my lungs seize.
“Breathe through your nose.” His raspy voice pulls me out of the momentary panic and I do just that, I breathe.
He hits the back of my throat, and my gag reflex works endlessly before he wraps my hair around his fist tightly and tugs at it. He clasps his fingers around my throat, growling at the feel of him inside me.
My ears perk up to the slurping sound that goes in and out in perfect sync with my fingers lapping around my clit.
A muffled whimper vibrates around his cock and it arouses me so goddamn much that I can’t control myself and I start humming.
“F-fuck,” he groans and slams into my throat, “Just like that.”
My lips are stretched wide, causing my jaw to ache as he pumps inside my mouth repeatedly. My swollen clit craves the same treatment and begs for him to taste my arousal.
“Keep touching yourself.” His voice is nearly a whisper. “Come with me.”
For a moment I look up at him, questioning his words. I touched myself but had no intention of making myself come.
“Do it,” he commands.
When I realize he’s being serious, I let my fingers run along my slit and massage my wet pussy. I rub every spot I touch and grind against my hand.
He grabs my throat, slamming inside my mouth, and smacking his balls against my face. I slip two fingers within my walls and match my pumps to his.
The rhythm is divine, being invaded like this and feeling pleasure in two places at once pushes me off a cliff straight into the ocean. I come hard, groaning as it rips me apart. The vibrations cause his cock to pulse inside me, with a couple more eager thrusts he unloads in my mouth and I swallow his salty cum, savoring the taste of him with each drop.
He pulls out to shoot the last spurts of cum on my tits and smear it all over them. With what is left on the crown of his head, he smears on my lips.
“Taste me again,” he rasps, grinding his teeth.
I swirl my tongue around him once more, coaxing a low growl that trembles his chest.
“You look stunning with my cum all over you.”
He extracts a bag of gummy bears and fruit roll-ups out of his pockets and tosses them on the bed. “For later, I got them before I went for a ride.”
Did he have plans before he got jealous and came after me?
Pulling me onto my feet, he strips before me. Insatiable eyes pierce through mine as he climbs on the mattress—naked. His taut body is a work of art painted in ink.
