His lips find mine as he pushes in another finger, and I rock my hips again. Pressure begins to build low in my belly as his fingers pump in and out of me, and his thumb continues to circle my clit in perfect rhythm.
“What else do you like?” he asks.
“I like when the other person takes control.”
His lips find my neck again, and he sucks gently on the sensitive skin. He removes his fingers and brings them to my mouth.
“Open,” he commands. “I want you to taste how sweet you are.”
My lips part, and he pushes his fingers into my mouth. My tongue swirls around them, cleaning me off of him.
“So fucking pretty when you taste yourself,” he says, removing his fingers. His mouth meets mine in a filthy kiss, one that causes my legs to wobble.
He drops to his knees and begins tugging down my underwear. “It’s my turn to taste you,” he says. He works the lace down my legs, and when it gets to my ankle, I fling it across the room and hook my leg across his back.
“Fuck,” I let out as his tongue finds my center in a long, slow lick. My head lolls back against the wood of the frame, and my hands tangle into his hair.
Pushing my hips forward, I grind against his face, and he groans against me. His hands dig into my hips as I continue to rock against him. Stroke after stroke, I watch him devour me like his last fucking meal, and my core tightens with every flick of his tongue.
“Oh…my…fucking…Tanner!” I scream out his name as he pushes two fingers deep inside me and curls them against my most sensitive spot.
His fingers apply the perfect amount of pressure, his tongue still circling my clit, and I bury my heel into his back as my hips rock back and forth taking everything he’ll give me.
“Let go, pretty girl,” he says against me, and I snap, falling so hard the room spins.
He sees me through the aftershocks of my orgasm. Standing, he kisses me hard, then picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
“Tanner,” I yell, as he carries me across the apartment. “Put me down.”
He chuckles and sets me down at the foot of his bed. “Is it my turn?” I ask, sinking to my knees.
“You want my cock in that pretty mouth of yours?” he asks.
I nod my head slowly and begin pulling down his underwear. His dick springs free. I bite my lip remembering how big he actually is.
Peering up at him, I wrap my hand around his shaft and begin to pump up and down. “Do you like that?” I ask.
“Yes,” he grits out, his head falling back.
“And do you like this?” I tease, running my tongue up the length of him.
“Fuckkkk yes,” he says.
The tip of his cock is already glistening with precum, and need starts building low in my belly again. Continuing to stroke the base of his cock, I bend forward, taking him into my mouth.
“That’s it,” he says. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
My mouth moves down his shaft until the tip hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Mmhmm.”
I’ve never been with a guy as big as him, but I do my best to breathe through my nose so I can take him as deep into my throat as I possibly can. Over and over, I work him with my mouth and hand. His hands find my hair, holding me steady, and he pumps his hips forward.
Saltiness swims across my tongue as his cock begins to leak, and I pull away, sucking on the tip.
Making eye contact with him, I flick my tongue against the head, drinking up the little bit he’s given me, desperate for more.
