Her delicious ass spread against my chest and her thighs puddled around my long ears, touching them to the very tip. She shifted forward, uncomfortable, and her soft skin against my ears pressed my cock against my trousers.
“Sit up, bad girl.”
“I’ll crush you. I don’t do this.”
No one had happily eaten her out until she was soup? We needed to fix this immediately.
“I want you here!” I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass firmly down on my chest until her thighs gave way, too trembling to keep her above me. “Right here.”
I pinned her hands to her chest.
“Stay,” I growled and lapped a long line over her seam. Burrowing my tongue deep, every one of my piercings slid over the walls of her cunt. Her whole body rippled with the sensation.
“I wish you had never been born, Noth.” It came out broken and bleeding from her lips.
I retracted my tongue as it flicked the end of her channel. “Well, now you’re just being romantic. You want more?”
She nodded, jerking her head up and down.
“Ask nicely.”
I licked her thighs while she thought about it.
It came out just above a whisper. “Please, Noth.”
I hid my smirk in her flesh. That was a nice ask. Wasn’t sure if she had it in her with the sharpness of her tongue. I wanted to hold her. No, fuck her witless. Both.
I swiped my own tongue over her clit, then used my fingertips to massage across the hood, stimulating as much of it as possible.
In a very high voice, she said, “Oh Godds, Noth. What are you doing?”
This was too much. Did she insult me on purpose? “What did I say about praying to me?”
I glanced up. Happily, she didn't look in a state to remember anything I’d ever told her. “I… I…”
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“Fuck no,” she snarled.
“Then don't worry about it.”
I burrowed into her pussy again, unhinging my jaw to rub her clit with my teeth while I thrust into her. Maggie dug her hands into her own shaking thighs, her moans more delicious than her poppy taste. One handmassaged her clenching ass as I pressed the other down on her pubic bone, trapping my tongue tighter inside her.
She bucked above me, screaming. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Her hands flew to her breasts, pulling, roughing them harder than I might have as she bore down on my face. Was Arthur getting an earful? Absolutely. Did I care? Not a leaf.She did her best imitation of an assassin and actually suffocating me to death. Not that I didn’t burrow deeper into her wet heat, my tongue flicking the back of her sweet cunt. Her juices slicked over my face. I worked to maintain my rhythm and keep my eyes from rolling back. She tasted like everything I ever dreamed of.
Her thrashing against my ears might as well have been her pussy choking my dick. I picked up my pace and she picked up hers. We both came together. My magic burst over the room in a shower of shadows and petals. Only I was embarrassingly trapped in my trousers and Maggie fell backward on me, so her face landed right next to the mess she made of me.
“That was weird.” I stiffened as she brushed a dark flower petal off her stomach. “But also the first time I didn’t hate it.”
“I didn't know how you ever thought you could do this with a man named after a fish.”
“I don’t either,” she said.
That slightly mollified me.
“That tongue, fuck, Noth. It might as well be another dick. How did you get that pierced too?”
