“Claire,” he warns, his eyes opening again.
“Or like this?” I ask, glancing upward.
Opening my mouth, I wrap my lips around his length, and a growl leaves him. His hands knot into my hair, holding me steady. Over and over, my hand and mouth work in perfect unison, bringing him closer to the edge.
Peering up at him, his eyes find mine as he watches me work.
“So pretty when you’re desperate to taste my cum. Is that what you want?”
Pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, I moan around him.
“Do you want me to coat the back of your pretty throat?”
I hum against him, nodding my head, takinghim deeper. Saltiness moves across my tongue as his cock begins to leak, and tears stream from my eyes as I continue to work him, giving him everything I’ve got.
“Fuck…fuck…” he pants as his legs tremble. His hand tightens in my hair, and I can tell he’s almost there. Need coils in my own core as I become more desperate to taste him. His hips thrust forward at a punishing pace as he chases his climax and fucks my mouth.
Letting out a loud groan, he finds his release, and I drink down every drop he gives me, wanting more because holy shit I like having his cock in my mouth and his hand knotted in my hair.
I pull back only when I’m sure he’s completely come down from the high, and he helps me to stand. His mouth crashes against mine in a charged kiss. Wrapping his arms around me, he picks me up so that my legs circle his bare waist. He moves us toward the bedroom, and I grind against him, aching for my own orgasm. When he makes it to the bed, he throws me on top of it and grabs the leggings I’m wearing, yanking them off of my body in one swift motion.
Standing back, his lustful gaze works over me and takes me in. My fingers find my center, and I begin to play with my clit just the way I like it.
“That’s it,” he says. “Show me what you like. Show me what you do to yourself when no one else is around.”
I move a finger inside of me and gasp at the feeling. Adding a second, I moan again. His eyes darken as he watches me pleasure myself.
“Who do you think about when you play with your pretty cunt?”
“You,” I breathe out. “I’ve always thought about you.”
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says, kneeling in front of me. Removing my hand, he sucks my fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them. They make a popping sound as he removes them, and my pussy flutters with anticipation.
“Fuck, can I taste you?” he asks.
“You better,” I quip.
He pulls my hips forward, and I let out a moan at the roughness of his touch.
“You like it when I’m a little rough with you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I agree, panting.
His firm hands trail up my legs, and he moves both of them over his shoulders.
“Please,” I beg. “Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.”
And I can’t. I need his mouth on my clit like I need oxygen, and if it doesn’t happen soon I might just perish.
His lips press soft kisses up the smooth skin of my upper thighs, and the rough hair of his beard tickles me in the most delicious way.
I’m not going to last long either. I’m about to come completely undone from just the anticipation of his mouth.
Flattening his tongue, he licks up my center in one long, languid stroke.
“Ahhhhhh,” I moan, as he sucks my sensitive bud into his mouth, gently nipping it with his teeth. There is nothing gentle about how this man devours pussy. It’s rough and feral and…
“Oh…fuck…fuck…” I gasp as the tip of his tongue circles my clit slowly. One of my hands finds his hair, and the other grips the soft sheets on the bed.
