"Step out of them," he demands.
I'm nude from the waist down, and he's seated low on the sofa directly in line with my sex. I'm wearing a pair of butter yellow thongs which he aggressively tears apart with his bare hands. As the frilly fabric falls from my body I hear something tantamount to a growl come deep from within his chest.
He rubs and kneads my ass cheeks while kissing me gently on the navel, below my navel, and all over my thighs.
"I love this ass." He presses the words into my skin and my head falls to the side in bliss.
He uses his thumbs to gently pull apart the swollen folds of my labia and begins to lick. Soft laps at first. Then they grow hungrier. More desperate.
"I knew you'd taste this fucking sweet, Ariana."
I break out in a thin layer of sweat as the powerful sensations of his tongue massage me into a bliss that I've never known before. He palms the back of my ass with an even firmer grasp and pulls me in closer. Devouring me almost body and soul.
Then he starts to move his head in a back and forth motion, turning his tongue into a human vibrator, and I feel my knees about to give from under me. I fall forward, grabbing onto the sides of his head and hold on for dear life.
"Stone!" I cry out for him to stop or keep going. I'm not sure which.
"This is a good pussy," he damn near grunts with his mouth directly on my clit.
"I'm going to come."
My whole body is coiling and winding and building. I can feel energy coursing through my veins and pumping oxygen rich blood to my heart and my lungs.
"No, you're not," he tells me. "You're not going to come until I tell you to come."
Is he insane?
"But Stone–"
"Not until I give you permission. Now spread wider. You're closing up on me."
"I can't!" I exclaim breathlessly.
Bottle starts to scrape at the bottom of the door. Trying to get in.Great timing, girl.She thinks I'm in trouble.
Yeah, girl, I'm in big trouble.
I'm about to come and scream bloody murder in one damn minute, and then the whole block is going to think I'm in trouble.
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