A brisk breeze from the open window blows against my legs. Its chill, a refreshing contrast from my feverish skin. The vast difference makes my senses go haywire.
In nothing but a satin thong, I spread myself open for Theodore. Any insecurity I’ve ever had vanishes under his admiring gaze.
His hands leave my head, slowly traveling down my bare torso. I breathe through his touch, feeling myself become wetter while he lingers on my delicate ribs. Like a dance, he plays along each bone, tapping, swirling, and stroking until he has me writhing in need. I call out his name, but he shushes me, wanting me silent while he manipulates my electrified nerves.
When his thumbs get to my hips and begin pulling my thong off, I can’t help but call out again, his name soaring past my lips before being drowned out by my whispering moans.
His hands leave my skin far too quickly. Reaching for the pillows, he grabs a couple, shoving them under my back and head so I’m on an incline, looking down on him while he drops to his knees for me.
“I want your eyes on me while I eat this pretty little pussy, and if they’re not, I’m going to torture this cunt until you’re nothing but a puddle of tears. Do you understand?”
I can’t speak, so I nod my head in response while my body trembles violently with need. But that isn’t good enough for him. He wants my voice, and if he doesn’t have that, he’ll take my tears.
“Ye-Yes, Sir.” I shudder, parting my legs to fit his broad shoulders.
Leisurely, he slides into place, positioning his mouth millimeters away from my throbbing clit. Each puff of breath is an arrow through the bundle of nerves, stabbing and slicing until I’m fisting the sheets, begging for an end to this torment.
Theodore chuckles at my pain, prolonging the agony for a second more before finally licking me from end to end.
With any other man, I would be humiliated by the groan that gurgles out of my throat, but Theodore feeds off my animalistic cries.
Driven further by my whimpers, Theodore feasts on my pussy, licking, biting, impaling me on his tongue while he strives to taste my insides.
He’s a starved man. I would shame his wife, but I’m too busy thanking her. If it weren’t for her lying, cheating, cunty behavior, I wouldn’t have this man on his knees for me, buried between my legs, whispering worshiping praise after every lick.
He wants my eyes on him, but what about me? Don’t I deserve to see the flames in his gaze as well?
Resting all my weight on one elbow, I tangle my fingers in his wild, fluffed hair, pushing back the strands so I can see the desire flickering in his baby blues.
It’s almost too much for me to handle, his languid stare underneath soft, fanned lashes, but I refuse to tear my gaze from his. He needs to watch me come just as I need to watch him drink me down. My will is strong; that is, until he slides his hands under my ass and forces my pussy to ride his face.
His scruff scrapes against my most delicate flesh, leaving a trail of fire between my thighs while his tongue hollows me out.
The delicate, cottony sheets are clouds against my skin, but I’m craving something a little darker than heaven.
Something vile.
Something wicked.
I want to be covered in our filth.
“Now,” I rasp, placing the bottom of my foot in the center of his chest. I kick him away, not hard, just enough to remove his lips from my clit.
“What do you think-”
“Now!” I repeat, my chest heaving while I toss the pillows out from under my back.
“Now what?” he asks, watching me with lust-blurred eyes. Here I lie, naked, soaking wet and ready, and spread wide open, and he has the nerve to ask menow what?!
Shooting up, I stab my fingers through the gaps in his shirt and pull. Little black buttons fly all over the room as I rip his button-down open.
Fuck me, he’s gorgeous. A sculpted god with a shredded six-pack that I would happily chip my teeth on. The deep-set V points me straight to his straining dick. It calls for me, pleads for some love. And when I flip around on my stomach, freeing it from its confinement, it jumps excitedly in my clasp.
Licking along its weeping crown, I gaze up at Theodore and whisper, “Fuck me,now.”
I get in one last lap before he uses that strength against me. Gripping me under my armpits, Theodore swings me up, sending me soaring through the air. My head lands on the other side of the California King, my tits bouncing along with the rest of my body. Before I get the chance to fix myself, Theodore takes my ankles and yanks me back down.
Elbows caging me in, he crushes me with his muscled mass, devouring my mouth while his knuckles fist in my hair. Robbing me of the moans slipping past my lips, he uses his knees to spread me open.
