He slipped his other hand around the plump curve of her butt cheek to grasp it then met her gaze, gave himself another excruciatingly slow stroke. “I’m going to try this in your ass, one day, after I train you to take it. What say you?”
He guessed he should give her a choice over that one.
“Maybe.” Her eyes had widened a fraction, stayed there. “Just maybe.”
“Good. I’m going to eat you out now, but you’re not to come, yet. Nod.”
After a moment and a deep breath that pushed those tits out to the max, she nodded.
Hold that thought.He lowered his mouth to her, thumbing her open with both hands so his tongue had the very best access. The first lick over her clit made her groan and push herself forward. She groped for a hold on his horns, settling herhands around them as if they were handlebars. He chuckled and thought about commanding her to let go.
Not yet, he decided.
After this he was going to fuck her so hard into the wall this room would need redecorating.
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Cyn mumbleda curse and let her head fall back as Rutger went into expert mode with all the licking and sucking below. Man, he deserved an award for this. She was getting so wet she could feel the dribbles down her inner thighs, and her legs were shaking.
Lips parted, she looked down past his horns and the heave of her breasts, watching his dedication to the task, hearing the sounds of him licking. Pleasure surged, rippling through her body.
Don’t come?
“Fuck.” The back of her head thumped into that wall again. She couldn’t help wringing her hands on his horns, for they were surely made to give a girl the perfect grip during fuck-time.
With a long, dedicated lick, he tore another incomprehensible word from her, and she stiffened, arching, remembering late that he didn’t want her to come.
“Stop, Stop,” she said softly, choking at the last swipe of his tongue up and over her clit. “I’ll… I’m going to?—”
“Come?” His laugh was mocking, but she was too far gone to care.
“Mm-hmm.”
When he climbed from his knees to his feet, she stayed upright with her hand plastered over her clit, feeling those pre-orgasmic twitches. Only by using the wall for support, did she succeed in stopping herself from sliding to the floor.
Damn. So close.
“You didn’t?” he asked, frowning but his mouth twisting up at the corner. The bastard.
“Uh-uh. No,” she croaked out. “I need you to…”
But he was hoisting her with his hands under her armpits, drawing her up the wall, then he pulled one of her knees high, opening her. Before she could complete her sentence, he’d shoved in, cock sliding, driving himself in so deep she ceased to breathe.
“God.Yes.” Cyn raised her other leg, offering herself to him, and he caught that leg too, with his fingers digging into the flesh under her thigh. “Please.”
The withdraw then thrust, the repeated jamming of his cock into her, this seemed cataclysmic in the moment.
More.She arched off the wall, pleasure climbing to the heavens, she was already so close, so damn close. If he’d just— “Please!”
As she half-wrapped her legs about him, Rutger gripped her hip and beneath her butt even firmer, a bruising hold. He speared in, penetrating her in that sweet, sweet rhythm. The wall was bumped and thudded upon, her butt bouncing off, her cries going from soft and awed to louder, more penitent; they were pulled from her raw.
“God.” And she was atheist too. “Fuck.” As he stuck it into her again and ground himself on her.
“Ass next,” he promised.
“Hey.” Cyn stuck out her tongue, but it was a soft, barely conscious protest because being fucked wrecked her brain cells and made proper talking impossible.
“Yes. You know you want it.”
