She didn’t ask, she didn’t plead, she demanded, and I listened, easing the wet biker shorts down my legs, leaving me completely nude and locked under her wanton gaze.
I straddled her gorgeous ass face, feeling her hot mouth against my wet, aching pussy. Her hands gripping my ass, pulling me on her tongue, giving long, slow licks to my clit, getting her fill of me.
“Shit, Miyah, mmmmmm,” I moaned, my hips moving instinctively, grinding against her face, feeling her tongue slide over my folds, pushing me closer to the edge.
Amiyah's hands moved to my hips, holding me in place as she increased her pace, her tongue sliding into my pussy, darting in and out of me, fucking me like she had a point to prove, and she applied the perfect amount of pressure to my clit.
“Princesssssss, you eating this pussy so g—good,” she had me stuttering, “I—I, I’m fuckkkkkkkk,” I cried out as my body shuddered and my orgasm tore through me.
She continued to suck on my now sensitive clit as my body hummed and vibrated from the way she feasted on me.
I felt insatiable in her presence, wanting more. I moved to slide my body down hers. I needed to touch her, feel my clit grinding against hers, our moans frantic as we chased our release together. As I started making my way down her body, she grabbed my waist, stopping me.
"Not so fast," she said, her voice low and husky, filled with desire. She positioned my wet, pulsating clit until it was hovering over her taut nipple. "Ride my nipple, Calla. Bring that pretty pussy here."
I moaned, my body responding to her demand, my pussy gushing at her words. I lowered myself, my clit finding her nipple, and I began to move, grinding against her, feeling her hard nipple tease and stimulate my sensitive flesh. The sensation was electric, sending shocks of pleasure through my body, heightening my arousal.
Amiyah's hands found my ass, squeezing and kneading, urging me on. "Mmmmm, that's it, Baby, ride it until you come on it," she ordered, her voice filled with lust and desire.
Her words only served to heighten my pleasure, my body responding as she talked me through it, my nipples hardening, my clit throbbing. I moved faster, my hips grinding against her, my clit sliding back and forth over her nipple, leaving a slippery trail of my arousal. She met my movements, her nipple teasing and stimulating me, pushing me closer to another release as my body tensed and my muscles coiled.
As her final magic act, where she could make a flood appear, she pushed her thumb against my asshole, teasing and probing, pushing inside me. She moved her thumb, fucking me with it, twisting it in and out slowly.
“Ohhhhhh, Miyahhhhh, pleaseeee,” I gasped and pleaded, my body responding to the intrusion, my pussy gushing at the sensation. The combination of her thumb in my ass and her nipple against my clit was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“Come for me, Calla. Show me I've been the perfect good girl by coming all over me, wet my titties and face up," she begged, her submission pushing me into pleasure’s abyss.
I cried out, tears running down my cheeks, my body shaking in release as I squirted all over her. Amiyah continued to tease me with her nipple, feeling my body respond, my asshole clenching and unclenching around her thumb. I didn't stop until I was utterly spent, my body limp and wrung outon top of hers. She moaned, her body responding to my release, her hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve, every line.
"Look at you, Calla. So fucking sexy. You squirted all over me. You treated me like your personal dirty little slut," Amiyah whispered, her voice husky with desire.
I eased down her body, leaving her breasts and face covered in my orgasm as she licked her lips, my nipples hardening, my clit throbbing as it connected with her.
“Ohhhhhhhhh,” we moaned in tandem, as if the connection was spiritual.
She reached up, her hands finding my breasts, squeezing and kneading them, her thumbs teasing my nipples. "You like that, don't you, Mistress? You like using me for your pleasure," she purred, her voice needy.
I nodded, my body quivering with need, my pussy gushing with arousal. "Yes, Amiyah. You’re mine to do what I fuckin’ please. I'm your everything," I moaned. The wet friction from our connection pulls cries of immense pleasure from her.
“There she is, my good girl. Come all over my pussy,” I ordered as I wrapped my hand around her throat and fucked her clit-to-clit. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, pleasure coursing through her.
“Look at me while you come.”
And she did, her face contorting, her mouth opening as her orgasm ripped through her like a storm, her body convulsing in pleasure.
“Good, girl,” I praised, kissing her through her orgasm.
The room was still, offering the kind of quiet that only comes after everything has been stripped bare. My body hummed with the echo of release, but more than that, it hummed with her, the warmth of Amiyah’s skin pressed against mine, the soft rise and fall of her breath against my chest as she curled into me, her thighs wrapped around me, hair wild from my hands, lips kiss-bruised, yet she looked at peace.
I brushed my fingers slowly through her hair, letting the rhythm calm us both. “You’re mine,” I whispered.
Her lips curved against my collarbone. “I am,” she confirmed.
That wordless trust broke something in me. I’d spent so much of my life believing no one could hold me without cutting me. But here she was, giving me her weight, her breath, her laughter, like she knew I wouldn’t let her shatter.
I tilted her chin up with a fingertip, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth, slower this time, reverent. “You’re safe with me.”
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy but sure. “I know,” she whispered. And then, after a pause, “You make me feel seen, Calla. Not just wanted, but seen and in HD.”
