He slides down to the bottom of the bed and grabs my ankles. I gasp aloud as he yanks me down the mattress until my bottom hits the edge. “Hmm… Breakfast,” he whispers.
Then his mouth is on me, that ridiculously fast tongue flicking madly on my clit. I take a long deep breath and let out a blissful sigh. “Breakfast of champions.”
“Mmmm.It’s magically delicious,” he says, as his warm breath fans against my skin.
He glides his hands, strong and forceful, over the back of my thighs, pressing my knees into my chest, pinning me in position. His lips consume me, sucking hard, overwhelming my nerves, and bringing me quickly to the edge. Pleasure coils tight in my clit and warmth spreads through my core.
“My God, you’re really good at this, Hayes,” I pant. I’m so close, right there on the sharp thin edge ready to tumble over and explode, and it’s only been a handful of seconds. My entire body is vibrating.
His lips release my clit with a wet smack. I moan in desperation. “Hayes,” I groan.
“Put your arms under your knees,” he says, fixing his gaze on mine. His face is just above my pussy, his expression full of lust.
I puff out a quick breath, nod my head, and hug my knees to my breasts.
He lowers his face down, but his eyes are still locked on mine. “I’m going to make this pussy squirt.”
I stare at him, heart pounding in my chest, anticipation and fear mixing in a heady cocktail. Squirt? Did he really just saythat? But the look in his eyes tells me that he meant it. I felt a shiver of excitement run down my spine. I can feel the moisture pooling between my legs. Hayes grins wickedly.
He slowly inhales, eyes never leaving mine. My breath hitches as he delivers his first glorious lick, starting from my clit and tracing down my swollen lips. My hips buck involuntarily, and he leans in closer, his hands gripping my thighs to prevent me from moving.
His tongue begins to flick, teasing me mercilessly as he traces the line of my folds, dipping inside me and then pulling back out just as I think he's going to dip deeper. This torturous pattern continues, driving me to the brink.
Hayes doesn't disappoint. He plunges his tongue deep inside me, fucking me with steadily increasing intensity. I’m panting now, so close to the edge. My orgasm is building, and I need it. Desperately.
"Fuck, yes," I whimper. “Don’t stop.” All thought of nightmares gone.
Hayes doesn't let up. He brings in his hand, pressing two thick fingers inside me. My breath hitches in my throat, and I can't help but let out a low, needy whimper. He begins moving his fingers in a steady rhythmic motion, harder and harder, faster and faster along the top of my vaginal wall. Pressure builds, coiling and tightening. Heat blooms out from my clit, spreading through my pussy until I can't hold back any longer. I squeeze my legs hard to my chest from the intensity. I’m whimpering and muttering nonsensical words like I’m speaking in tongues.
“Hayes, oh fuck, yes,” I suddenly cry out as the orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. My entire body trembles, as my pussy begins convulsing around his fingers, and then it happens—a wave of intense release gushes out and washes out over his fingers as I scream his name.
He watches me with a smirk, his fingers slipping out of me, dripping with my release. “I like making you scream my name,” he says, sounding pleased with himself.
I can hardly catch my breath, but my body falls limp quickly, relaxed and tension-free.
He pulls himself up next to me on the bed and brings the two fingers he just used on me to my lips. “Open that pretty mouth,” he says, low.
I part my lips, and he slips his fingers past them.
“Suck,” he commands.
I do as he says, the salty taste of my orgasm filling my senses. He watches me with a satisfied grin.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he murmurs, slowly pulling his fingers from my mouth.
Hmmm. I like praise.
He angles his body closer to mine. His hard cock pressing against my outer thigh. “Now, what were you saying about a nightmare?”
I laugh and nuzzle my face next to his. He captures my lips in a kiss. It’s slow and deep. His tongue warm and delicious. “I’m not done with you yet,” he says against my mouth.
His hand slides up my thigh, across my stomach, a light, gentle caress. He’s the master of going from hard to soft; I’ve never felt a man do that to such perfection before. He cups my breast, firm, then gentle. Leans down, licks my nipple. Then slaps it hard and sucks it into his mouth.
Fucking hell, I’m fully aroused again.
He flicks his tongue over the sensitive skin and rocks himself against my leg.
I reach down and wrap my hand around his dick and squeeze.
