“Hurry up and finish your food so I can spend the rest of the night devouring you.”
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Mia
“Ahh,” I gasped, words sticking in my throat.
I’d agreed to move in with Brutus, and he was making it his business to show me why that was a good decision. With my legs spread eagle on his bed, his head in between my thighs, his promise to devour me was more than kept.
Lifted on my elbows, I could make out the dark strands of his hair. I reached down, threading my fingers between those silky strands, right before he rimmed my clit with his tongue. My hand instantly tightened, yanking on his hair as my back arched into his mouth.
If I were in my right mind, I would’ve realized how painful my tugging must’ve been on his scalp. But Brutus made no move to deflect my hand. Instead, he went even harder, tonguing my pussy like he was searching for the secret sauce.
“Shit, Brutus.” Those two words came out more of a plea than anything else. I wanted him to keep going but also wanted to beg for him to stop. The rush of emotions was too overwhelming. “Wait,” I managed to pant out while trying to scoot away from his relentless mouth.
Brutus followed me, securing his arms around my thighs even tighter. “Mine,” he growled like a man possessed.
When he put his mouth back on me again, the explosion was instantaneous. A rush of liquid came released as I orgasmed … more than I’d ever experienced before. Upon opening my eyes—not even realizing that I’d squeezed them shut—I peered down to see Brutus, beard soaking. A drop of my fluid dripped from his beard.
I stared wide-eyed, wondering what the hell had just happened.
A slow, arrogant grin spread over his lips. “You squirted, baby.”
I blinked. “Wh-What do you mean?” I knew what squirting meant. I wasn’t dumb or a virgin, but …
“Have you ever done that before?”
I shook my head. “Not with anyone.”
A few times while pleasuring myself, it’d happened. But not with another lover.
“Now you have,” he said as he crawled with panther-like precision up my body. He kissed his way up my legs and across my waist, biting and licking at the stretch marks on my belly. Months ago, in Mexico, I’d been slightly self-conscious about how he relished so much affection on my stomach. What society deemed imperfections.
But Brutus treasured it, never minding the swell of my belly or the way my hips jiggled. If anything, he adored every inch of it.
“Oh God,” I groaned when he dipped his tongue into my belly button. That was a particularly erogenous zone for me. And he’d taken note the first time he discovered that fact. He let his tongue play in the hole in my stomach, and my pussy grew wetter.
“Please,” I begged, long ago shoving away any pride I had when it came to him.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked in that horrifically taunting way of his. The kind of tone that let me know he had every intention of dragging this out. I wanted to plead and beg him not to torture me just as much as I wanted to smack the hell out of him for even thinking of it.
“You,” I said, sounding all types of wanton. “I want you.”
His face hardened into a mask of pure need. A vein in his neck popped. “I want to fuck your face.”
He didn’t give me time to respond before he stood at the side of the bed and positioned me so that my head hung over the side of the bed.
Fuck.
I groaned as I watched, upside down, as he stroked his dick. My mouth watered, and I opened wide while at the same time reaching down between my legs.
“No,” he said in a harsh tone. He snatched my hand away from my aching pussy. “Don’t touch what’s mine. But you can take what’s yours,” he said, bringing his cock to my mouth.
I licked the drops of precum that spilled out, savoring their semi-sweet taste, before taking him fully into my mouth. When Brutus released my hand, I made good use of it by playing with his scrotum. He cursed and pushed himself deeper into my mouth. I took him to the back of my throat.
I gagged a little from how deep he went, but that only made me wetter. Brutus liked to push me to the edge without going all the way over. And because he pleased me in ways I couldn’t have even dreamed of, I didn’t mind.
“Fuck, that mouth is killing me,” he groaned. The sound did something to me, and I sucked harder, determined to make him spill down my throat. I kept playing with his balls while using my mouth to get him off.
