Putting all my weight on my side, I grab her wrist, bring her pussy-juice-slicked fingers to my face and inhale her arousal before I suck off her juices from each finger. Fuck, she tastes good, sweet and musky. I groan. My cock throbs and jerks against my abs.
“Taste me, Trace. Please.” She’s panting. Her pulse jumps beneath her jaw. I cover her throat with my palm and put pressure on her windpipe with the heel. She gasps. Her eyes roll back in their sockets. “Remember to lock down the feels, little bird. Don’t want you catching feelings while I eat you out.”
“No. No feelings.”
“That’s a good girl.” I apply more pressure. Her eyes widen, and her fingers curl over mine that have a tight hold on her throat. I expect her to peel my fingers off her throat. Instead, she sets her hand on top of mine and begs me to squeeze tighter.
“Are you sure?”
She nods.
Satisfaction shoots through me like a lightning bolt, followed by a thunderous growl from between my curved lips.
My girl likes it rough. Likes the darkness inside me. With my hand on her throat, I move low and kiss down Sorrow’s body, from the strip of flesh between her small breasts to her navel, and then her inner thighs. Her thighs shake. Her fingers grip mine. Her chest rises and falls with each deep inhale and exhale. My cock pushes against my sweats. Letting go of her throat, I reach inside my pants. My beast is hard, and precum coats the tip. I swirl my fingers over the stickiness. She looks between our bodies. Her gaze is heated and focused on my hand inside my pants.
Sorrow licks her lips. “I want a taste.”
What she wants, she’ll get. My fingers sticky with my precum, I pull down her bottom lip with my thumb and slip my soaked digits into her mouth. First one finger, then two, and finally three. She sucks my fingers like a pro. Tastes them like I imagine her tasting my cock, with a fervor that’ll drive me crazy. Her cheeks hollow, and she sucks and sucks. Her tongue glides along my digits. Her saliva coats them. I’m ready to come in my pants. She challenges me with a tip of her cute chin.
I fist my cock under my pants. Her hand follows. She grasps my hand, and we’re jacking me off. One stroke. Two strokes. I wrap my cock in my meaty paw. My eyes roll to the back of my skull. My groin tightens.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.” I up my pace. She holds on to my hand that’s jacking off my dick. “Jesus, now, I’m coming now. Fuck. Fuck.” I shoot my load.
Sorrow does something unexpected. Something I would never ask her to do. She pushes me onto my back. Fuck, my little bird is strong. Every bone in my body has turned into jelly with my come. I wouldn’t fight her even if I could. When she yanks down my sweatpants and takes my limp dick in her mouth, whatever brain cells I have left leave me through the slit in my cock.
Sorrow licks up my cum off the tip. She pulls off my pants, and setting her face where I’d come, she inhales and presses her face to my cum-soaked sweatpants. “Salty. Musky. You smell and taste so good, Trace.”
My limp dick comes to life. A girl has never turned me on more than my beautiful little bird. “My turn, sweet Sorrow.”
I get her on her back. Go down on her. Eat her pussy until she shoves my head away from her heated core. Uh-uh, I need more of her. A girl’s pussy has never tasted as good as Sorrow’s does. I want to lap up her flavor and have it coating my tongue and my face until all I taste and smell is her sweet, musky cunt.
“Trace. Oh my God, that’s too much. It’s too much.”
“It’s not enough. You haven’t come yet.” I push two fingers inside her wetness as I suck on her clit.
“You told me to lock down the feels. I am, and I can’t come.”
“Then ask, beautiful.”
“Ask what?” Her brow furrows.
“Ask for what you want.”
“Permission to unlock the feels, please.” She tips her chin at me.
My randy beast, hardening again with the submission in her voice and the challenge in that small gesture of hers with her cute chin, chortles with approval and a possessive word that shakes the very foundation of my belief in keeping things casual.
Mine. One word that undoes me. A word that somehow makes me happier than I’ve ever felt. Sorrow Sophia is mine, and if I have a say, I’ll be the first and last guy to make love to her.
“Permission granted. Feel, Sorrow. Feel how I fucking want you.” I mouth her clit.
Her hips jerk off the bed. “Feel how hungry you make me, beautiful.” I eat her out. She pushes on my head. I wrap my arms under her thighs and keep her pussy on my face. “Let go and feel, little bird. Fly. Fly for me.”
I pump my fingers inside her. Circle her clit with the pad of my thumb. Replace my fingers with the tip of my tongue. I tongue her. Suck her clit into my mouth. Ravish her pussy with my mouth, my tongue, and my fingers.
“Trace.” She’s panting. “I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”
She’s on the cusp. My girl needs more. What is the antonym of pleasure? Fuck if I give a shit. I’ll look it up later. Pain is what Sorrow needs. I reach up and tweak her nipple, first one, then the other, hard. I pump my fingers in and out of her. Suck on her clit. Lap up her flavor. She comes in a rush of breath, her body tensing and her hips coming off the bed before she’s like a rag doll, unmoving. Her cum soaks my face and fingers. I raise my eyes. My little bird has a smile on her face. She crooks a finger.
