He reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head, head tilting and mouth dropping as he stares at my tits.
“For future reference, trusting either of us entirely is a bad idea. But it’s sexy as hell that you think we’re good for you.”
“Who said I wanted anything good for me?”
He grins, lips capturing mine. I nearly sink into my weak knees at the ferocity behind this one, the nip and bite on my tongue, my lip…
“Turn around,” he tells me.
“Nick…”
“Just turn around, angel. Grip that counter for me and hold on.”
He grabs my hips and turns me before I can do it on my own. I bend over to grab the other edge of the counter as he picks my left leg up and hikes it onto the stool.
So considerate.
I’m still processing what he’s doing when I suddenly feel his tongue on my pussy. Oh goddammit…Fuck… My shoulders draw up as I grip the countertop tighter and bury my face against it.
“Divine,” I hear him coo.
My swollen cunt is so sensitive that just seconds of his torture has me shaking. In and out of my pussy, sucking on my clit… My eyes roll, fingers white-knuckled and numb. I can’t control my gasps or groans.
I’m on the verge of spilling on his tongue when he takes both hands and spreads my ass cheeks wide. I shudder and squirm as he licks my hole, and after a few seconds of getting adjusted to the new sensation, I try to relax into it.
God help anyone who walks by my house.
They’ll get an eyeful of my ass getting eaten.
I shift my hips and whimper when he slips two fingers into my pussy and continues his feast. Shit, I need to stretch and arch just to work this feeling out.
“Nick, please,” I beg.
He slaps my ass and curls his fingers into my hips. I feel him move behind me, his already hard dick brushing against my bottom. He leans over me and kisses my spine. I push my hips against his, eager for him to rail me until I can’t breathe.
“Easy,” he says, steadying my hip.
“I want you inside me,” I manage.
The jar of coconut oil scrapes along the countertop. I hear him unscrewing the lid, and I brace myself for whatever intentions he has.
But he smacks my ass so hard that I jerk backward. I yelp, back arching up, and in response, he wraps his arms up my front and palms my chilled tits. The searing pain on my ass turns into a tingle that rides up my back to my neck. I groan, head hanging.
Shit, that felt good.
“Whatever you do, don’t clench like that,” he says against the shell of my ear. “I have you, baby. Relax for me.”
I nod. He kisses my shoulder, hands moving down my sides until he reaches my hips again. I’m trying not to tense as I anticipate his next move.
Breathe.
Think about relaxing things?—
“Don’t leave me. Stay here,” I hear him say. “I want you entirely present for this.”
I don’t know how he knew I was about to start daydreaming.
My eyes open as he puts his hand under my thigh, and when he sinks inside of me, I’m once again taken aback by his length, the way he fills me and makes me shaky. I fucking love him like this. Demanding and in charge. Self-assured and safe. I love the press of his hips against my ass, the steady motion of him filling me completely. I have to shift to allow him into the hilt. Fuck, I canfeelhim in my abdomen.
