With a determined growl, I spread her legs, using my tongue to rub against her clit, drawing out muffled, filthy screams. Her motions stutter, and I use my grip on her nape to keep her moving, fucking just the tip of my dick further into her mouth while I make her legs shake with my tongue.
She takes more of my dick into her mouth, more of me being swallowed up by that wet heat as her cunt drools all over my tongue and chest.She's so fucking close. I know the second she falls apart, I'm going to unload in that pretty mouth.
Her filthy screams and shaking legs urge me on, needing one more orgasm from her before I'm willing to have my own. Grunts and groans fall endlessly out of my mouth, the scents and sights and fuckingtasteassaulting my senses overwhelming.
Yes. Fuck yes, gorgeous. Soak my fucking chest and face.
I don't know if Iactuallyprojected the thought into her mind orif Ijustthoughtit, but either way, she comes screaming, doingexactlyas I asked.Her hot pussy leaks juices all over me, bathing my pecs with liquid heat as her orgasm crashes into her. It's all just too much, and I cum into her mouth with a roar,pumping up into her again and again, forcing us both to ride out every drop of the orgasm.
Isla gags, the ribbons of cum coating her mouth and throat almost too much. But she powers through, swallowing me down with desperate moans and whimpers.
Finally wholly spent, she takes her mouth off me, laying her head on my stomach, panting. With a final soft lick of her opening, collecting all her juices, I let my tongue slither back into my mouth, sighing in relief.
I massage Isla's thighs, her ass, watching as her body continues to drip slick onto me, the remnants of her orgasm falling out of that gorgeous hole.
"You're so beautiful," I tell her honestly. "Every inch of you is perfection. From your vicious mouth to this pretty little freckle right between my two favorite parts of your body."
She chuckles, quiet and breathy.
With all the gentleness I can manage, I lift her, turning her body until she's nestled against my chest. Her breathing almost evens out, and I notice a small dribble of my cum at the corner of her mouth. Without hesitation, I reach out and lick it from her face.
She opens one eye suspiciously, "Doesn't that gross you out?"
"No," I chuckle. "I just drank a bunch of my cum from inside of your body. Why would this be any different?"
She sleepily shrugs, "I don't know. Some guys don't like it."
"Yeah, well..." I try not to let jealousy seep into my spine from even the thought that other people have gotten to be with Isla this way. I try, and I fail. "I don't really think you need to be worrying about what other guys like anymore. Or other people, at all."
If my possessiveness frightens her, she doesn't say anything; shejust laughs at it like it's silly. She can't possibly understand how serious I am, but she'snot ready for that conversationeither, so I let it go for now, changing the subject, "If you think this means you're getting out of training this morning, you're dead wrong."
She groans, "Are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious. We're leaving soon for New York and I need to know that you're ready to face whatever we might run into there." I don't want to fucking go at all, but I'm not willing to take it from her.
She's going to be ready.
Shehastobe ready.
I lick her cheek, a kiss of sorts, making her giggle, "I'll give you five minutes to get ready. Meet me in the kitchen for breakfast."
Arthur
Eamon
New York has been a god damn motherfucking nightmare.
The city itself is beautiful. Truly a miracle of modern architecture and design.
But holy mother of God, everything has gone wrong since wegot here.
We got stuck at the same light for an hour and a half on our way to the hotel due to a malfunction causing an accident.
Then,our hotel room and the Vegas idiots had been double booked, forcing them togive us upgradesat their sister location across the street.
While I can't really complain about the size and view of our new suite or the other things they've offered to us while we're here, Iabsolutelycan complainabout the factthat there's only a single roomseparatingus from Bel and her demons. And I can complainabout the factthat I didn't get a chance to vet this location and have Kyle scout ahead.
"Is your phone working?" Isla asks Bel. "Mine's being weird."
