“Fuck it, come sit on my face and talk to me.” He let his seat back.
“Bleu you are crazy, I’m heavy as hell and you want me to?—”
“I need you to, I’m greedy as fuck. At least when I go home tonight, the smell of you will be etched all over me.” He reached between my legs and ripped my panties off.
“Let me eat you while you tell me what’s wrong.”
My mind and body believed every word he said. He pressed his thumb to my clit and pulled downward. I flung my head back and moaned. I could picture myself now sitting above him with his thick lips wrapped around my clit. Him spreading my ass cheeks to dive even deeper. Bleu was all man; he didn’t half step in every aspect of being a man. His assertive direct communication turned me on.
Without thinking twice, I panted out as I got up on my knees. Bleu’s hooded eyes lowered, he removed his hands from my heat and sat all the way back. I climbed over the seat and carefully placed my thighs on either side of his head. I was thankful for my knees sinking into his back seats.
“Good girl baby.” His deep voice rumbled beneath me.
His breath caressed my sex; the pleasure and anticipation of the moment was so intense my juices leaked all over his mouth and beard.
“Put that pussy on me and tell me what’s wrong.” He slid his hand underneath my gown and pinched my hardened nipples.
“I got into it with Calissssiiiiii!”
I screamed her name; his nose pressed against my clit. I hadn’t even lowered my pussy to his lips yet and he had already started his attack. His tongue drove into me; his nose stimulated my clit. He grunted and pushed his index finger inside me right along his tongue. He curled it and pressed it against my G-spot.
My sex clenched, I was anything but good as he devoured me.
“Keep talking baby.” He pinched both nipples then massaged them.
“I umm,” I shuttered trying to get my words right.
“I want to save money so I can?—”
“So fucking tight, look how this pussy squeeze one finger.” He groaned.
“Keep talking.” He pushed his tongue back inside.
How the hell could I even talk when he was praising my pussy?
“I want to get my own place.” I rushed the words out.
He picked up his speed, I grabbed his head with both hands, shamelessly I grinded against his tongue. Bleu removed his finger and grabbed two handfuls of ass. My pussy slid up and down his face as my hips bucked. He scrapped his teeth lightly against my bundle of nerves.
I rode his face like it was my duty to break his damn tongue. His fingers sunk into my ass cheeks as he guided my movements and controlled the pace. The hair on my arms stood, my breathhitched. Heavy waves of pleasure enabled me, then my climax blinded me.
I released his head and touched the ceiling as his arms locked around the top of my ass to keep me in place.
“Bleu baby! I’m cumming!” I gasped out.
The tips of my nipples strained against my thin cotton gown. My fingers traced and pinched them spiraling into ecstasy. Tears stung my eyes as Bleu continued to softly lap my pussy up with his tongue. He kissed the inside of my thigh before gently lifting me by the ass.
My legs trembled; I plopped down back in the seat barely able to keep my eyes open.
“That was one of the best orgasms.” I sighed.
“Mine too, Thickumz.”
I didn’t miss the humor in his tone. I sat up still spent, I eyed his pants and to my pleasant surprise, Bleu nutted on himself while eating my pussy.
Damn, he nutted just from giving me head!That shit turned me on even more. I leaned over the seat and undid his pants wanting to taste every drop of him.
“Let me clean it up.” I purred through hooded lust filled eyes.
