I shake my head. “No, I’m not.” He glares, and I just smile. One that’s evil and wicked. “I’m low.” I move myself on top of him and then lower on his frame, sliding my pussy along his cock, moaning at the feel of it.
“Shit.”
We both say it at the same time. I can’t stop rubbing against him. It feels too good. His hands bunch in the sheet between us, and then he pulls it down. It was a thin sheet, but it managed to hide his ridges. Now my lower lips wrap around his cock as I slide on it in my panties.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants as he grabs my hips and tilts his head back, closing his eyes. He doesn’t move me. Not in encouragement or to push off. I know it’s coming. His rejection. But not yet. Not just yet.
“Don’t. Please don’t stop. I need more,” I plead before he can say anything. I keep moving, rubbing on him faster and harder. It pulls groans from him and pants from me. His nails dig deep into my hips, and I find my release.
But it’s not enough.
“More. I need more.”
His eyes open, and I move slowly. He’s still hard, and I’m wet. But the ache, it’s still there.
“Please, Koop. Please make it go away.”
He squeezes his eyes tight and shakes his head as if at war with himself.
“Please. I’ll be good. Just one more and I’ll stop.”
He looks at me again, a set determination on his face. “Just one.”
Then he pulls me up to him. I open my mouth in protest till he sits me on his face and begins to lick me through my drenched panties. My hands fall behind me, resting on his abs that flex as I grind my core over him.
I’m close, but it’s not enough.
I change positions, then pull off the pasties covering most of my boobs and grab my nipples, twisting them and rocking. His eyes flare at the sight. I grab his hand, bringing his fingers to my lips and sucking on them before moving them slowly down my body till they touch me where I want.
The ferociousness in his gaze makes this ten times hotter. And forbidden. So forbidden that I shudder in ecstasy from the very thought.
But still, it’s not enough.
I push his hand off, grabbing the iron bedframe for leverage as I stand tall above Kooper. His face is wet from both of us. My panties are almost pushed to the side. He licked me through them so well that they’re molded to my lips, my clit outlined as if it were braille. I bite my lip as I pull one side of them and then the other down my hips,shimmying till they fall onto his face. I lift one leg, then the other, to step out of them.
What I don’t expect is for him to squeeze them tight against his face and inhale, shuddering on the exhale as if he just came. I look at his boxers and see a bit of a wet spot, but I don’t know if that’s from me or him.
I look back at him, and our gazes collide. He tosses the panties aside and pulls me down. I land hard on his face, but if I hurt him, he doesn’t say it. Doesn’t even grunt from the weight of me sitting on him. He just devours.
Everything.
I scream and don’t care if anyone can hear. In fact, I want them to. I want them to know what’s going on. That a god is eating me out. Because heaven can only be like this.
His mouth covers me completely, and his tongue works magic over me.
“I’m so close.” I grab my breasts and massage them as I close my eyes and ride his face. His hands grab my hips and cant me so I go faster to his wicked tongue as it flicks against my clit.
“Yes, right there. Yes. Yes. Yessss.” I wither against him, and still, he doesn’t stop. Not yet. Just closes his eyes as if he’s having his favorite dessert.
He hums and moves me off his face. My juices flow down his chin and then his chest as he puts me back into my first position, sitting on his stomach, just above his massive cock.
“Peaches and cream. Just like your mouth, but sweeter.” He licks his lips and chin as he savors the taste of me.
The sight has me saying one word. “More.”
He shakes his head. “No, honey, we can’t.”
But I’m not having it. I move lower, below his dick, and rub my hand over it, pulling a hiss from his lips.
