She nodded, eyes going hazy with more lust.
“Good.” My tongue licked her bottom lip. “Now spit in my mouth, doll.”
Gabriela tilted her head and parted her lips. The hottest moan escaped her as she dribbled my own cum into my eager mouth. “Mm, Hunter.”
A light tremor coursed through her body as she watched me get on my knees in front of her. My hands skimmed over her inner thighs before my thumbs roved over her slit and parted her sex for my ministrations.
With my eyes on hers, I spat on her pussy.
The salacious act had Gabriela releasing a half gasp, half moan.
Our essences mingled together beautifully. My seed and her nectar. An elixir that beckoned me until I was ruled with the absolute need to lick the entirety of her pussy from tight hole to throbbing clit like a famished man. I did just that, groaning at her arousal mixed with me and wanting to go to Church to thank the Lord for making this flawless creation. “It’s unreal how fucking delicious you are, Gabby. I haven’t stopped thinking about this pretty pussy since I first tasted it. I want to lick it, suck it, slap it. Spend the rest of my life buried between your thighs like my only source of nourishment comes from here.”
“Hunter.” She panted, tits rising and falling with every breath. “Please. I need you.”
“Yeah?” I taunted, the tip of my tongue teasingly swiping over her clit. “How badly do you need me?”
“So bad that I can’t think straight.” She squirmed and I threw her legs over my shoulders. “Please, Hunter. Make me come.”
She earned it after all, for performing like the dirtiest of sluts straight from my godforsaken fantasies.
I stopped playing around and went for broke, eating her out likeIwas the groupie and flicking her clit with my tongue until the movement was a blur. She stared down at me in astonishment, the most porn-worthy moans tumbling out of her. I chuckled lazily against her wet flesh and plunged two fingers knuckles-deep into her pussy, finding the erogenous spot and abusing it until her pleasure-stricken cries grew in decibel. They were loud enough for anyone outside of this room to know that she was getting the tongue-fucking of her life. “You like that, baby?”
“Oh my God.” Gabriela screamed and it was music to my ears.
“Never been called God, but I accept the title.” My tongue continued to remind her everything it was capable of doing until she writhed in my hold, her feet digging into my back and her fingers twisting in my hair with intent. Gabriela’s walls tightened around my fingers and her pussy rode my chin and lips, leaving a glistening trail. She engulfed all my senses. Her taste. Her scent. Her touch. Her goddamn needy noises. I spanked her pussy and enjoyed her throaty moan before sucking her clit into my mouth, loving the taste of us. “Fuck, you’re almost there, hm? Dirty girl. I want you coming all over my mouth.”
It didn’t take long for Gabriela to reach her orgasm. A couple more seconds of my fingers and tongue working her pussy, and she exploded with her head thrown back, screaming, “Hunt!”
My little doll. My goddess of victory. My fucking ruin.
She was beautiful when she was in the throes of passion.
“Gabby.” Her pussy spasmed and her body quivered from the strong release. I kept lapping at her arousal. “Mm. So fucking good, baby.”
Pressing frantic kisses, I chased my way up her mound, her stomach, the valley between her breasts and paused when I reached her mouth. Gabriela huffed, a glazed look in her gaze.
Silently, we stared at each other for three heartbeats.
You blew my mind,she said with her eyes.
There’s no one like you,I returned with my own.
Gabriela wrapped her arms around my shoulders and drew me in for a kiss. My fingers slipped over her wet skin and grabbed her waist as my tongue entered her mouth. She hummed, enjoying our taste.
My hardened cock slid against her throbbing cunt. We moaned together.
Gabriela bucked her hips, demanding more. “Fuck me. I can’t take it anymore. Please.”
“I don’t have a condom on me,” I said regretfully between intoxicating kisses and grinding. Nor did I want our first time to be here. I’d plan it out properly. Roses. Candles. Silk sheets. She was a romantic at heart and deserved that at the very least. Not a fast, hot fuck in a shower stall where I’d have to cover her mouth to ensure we didn’t get caught.
A sobbing moan escaped her. “I don’t care.”
“You should. Don’t let me pump any more cum in this tight pussy,” I growled, nipping her bottom lip. She mewled. “I’m supposed to be a gentleman.” I slapped her cunt twice to hear that needy whimper I was addicted to. “Even though I’d like nothing more than to fuck you hard like you’re nothing but my filthy little plaything.”
Gabriela licked the water droplets from my collarbone and drew soft kisses to my ear, where she whispered, “I want to be your filthy little plaything,bello.”
“Fuck, sweetheart.Fuckkk.” My vile curses rang in the air when Gabriela grabbed my cock and rubbed it over her folds.
