I hum against her, then tighten my hold on her ass as I suck on her pussy lips. “You like it, Little Swan?” I ask, then spit on her clit before grazing my teeth over it and taking it into my mouth again.
Her thighs tremble around me. Yes…” she hitches out. “Christ,yes.”
“Good. Now bring those wild fucking eyes on me, come on,” I instruct, then smirk when she looks at me. Sucking on her nub one more time, I drag my tongue lower, then slowly push it into her tight entrance.
Cignette tips her head back and moans my name, and her grip on my hair intensifies.
I spank her once, fucking her with my tongue, then do it again when she laughs and rides my face with abandon.
“I’m close,” she says, gazing down at me again. “MyGod, you’re the most artful motherfucking thing I’ve seen. How the…” She groans, biting her bottom lip. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?”
I laugh against her, then thrust my tongue into her faster.
“Dor…” she mouths, then pushes her hips in my face as her body shakes, and her orgasm takes over her.
My tongue – slick with her release – slips out of her, so I go back to eating her out, relishing the feel of her cum as it fills my mouth and paints my chin.
Cignette rides out the waves without restraint, then slows her pace as she works on steadying her breathing. “Mmm…” she smiles lazily. “I think you broke my brain. Like, it’s gone. Decimated, shattered, blown the fuck off.”
I chuckle as I gently take her leg off my shoulder, then get to my feet. “You can’t help but be dramatic, can you?”
She flashes her teeth at me. “I’m satiated, okay. Gimme abreak.”
I smile, bringing a hand to her face, then run my knuckles over her cheek. Dragging them lower, I straighten my fingers and let them linger over the soft column of her neck, feeling her erratic pulse against them. She’s watching me with slightly hooded eyes, which spurs me on. I grab her delicate throat and squeeze it, then yank her forward, making her grin up at me.
“Clean your cum off my chin,” I grit out.
Her grin widens, and she rises on her tiptoes before licking my chin, moaning when she reaches my mouth.
My hips thrust forward as her breaths brush my lips, so I tighten my hold on her throat and kiss her.
She opens for me without hesitation, then presses her nails into my pecs as she claws at me. I tug at her bottom lip, then groan and suck on it when I feel her skin tearing under my teeth. The moment I taste her blood, I move back a little and look at her. She looks back at me, then runs the tip of her tongue over the bruise I just gave her, swiping away beads of blooming blood off it.
“Look at you,” I whisper, then loosen my hold on her throat before cupping the back of her neck. “You’re absolutelybreathtakingwhen you bleed for me, Little Swan.” I kiss her again – unrelentingly, roughly – sucking, nipping, and swallowing every little sound she makes.
She digs her nails into my skin further, puncturing it, then breaks the kiss before saying, “Fuck me already, Dor. I need you inside me.”
I kiss her one more time. “I gotchu.” Turning her around, I make sure we’re both facing the large mirror on the wall in front of us. Running my lips over the shell of her ear, I breathe her in, then lift her left leg before placing it on the counter. “Spread those thighs for me, will you, sweetheart?” I command.
Her chest rises and falls at a steady rhythm, and her heels make a faint screeching sound against the marble as she does what she’s told. Her bottom lip is still bleeding, and it’s such a pretty color on her that I’m left speechless for a second as I study her beautiful features under the glaring lights in the room.
She pushes her ass against me, to which I chuckle.
“So eager,” I muse, then wrap an arm around her middle before pulling her flush against me. Bringing a hand between my legs, I grab my cock, then run its crown over her soaking cunt. “So ready for me,” I say against her temple, then push myself inside her, letting go of a breath as she stretches so goddamn easily for me.
Cignette hisses and arches against me, so I pull her back and snake a hand lower, pinching her clit.
“Fuck,” she breathes, then brings a hand behind her before fisting the hair at the base of my neck. “More; I need more, Dorran.”
I let go of my cock and grab her left breast, then thrust my hips forward, entering her fully. “Jesus,” I hiss, then pull out before pounding into her again. Her peaked nipple brushes my palm, so I knead her tit before rubbing the pink nub between my thumb and forefinger.
“Yes,” she rasps, and her body shakes a little. “Faster, Dor. God,faster.”
I piston my hips in and out of her, and every time I push my cock all the way into her, my piercing hits her in the right spot, making us both moan out loud.
Cignette fists my hair tighter, making me grunt as pain shoots through my scalp, then rolls her waist back against my cock as she moves with me.
I look at our reflection in the mirror. Both of us are flushed, sweaty, and with each one of my thrusts, her breaths hiccup, andher mouth falls open as she rides me just as hard as I’m fucking her.
