Running my hands all over his chest and abs, I breathe, “You’re a beautiful man. Your body is incredible. If the football thing doesn’t work out, you could totally be a stripper.”
He chuckles. “I’ll keep that in mind. The same goes for you, except most strippers have fake tits. Yours are real and perfect.”
“You’re obsessed with them.”
“Guilty as charged,” he happily announces as he flicks my nipple. “I can’t wait to taste milk from them.”
I smack his chest. “No way, freak. I’m not breastfeeding you.”
He smiles while wiggling his eyebrows. “We’ll see about that.” He pulls one of my bra cups down, runs his thumb over my nipple, and breathes, “So sexy.” It hardens immediately. “And responsive to my touch.”
He bends and makes an exaggerated show of slurping it intohis mouth, causing a burst of liquid desire to shoot directly to my pussy. He continues sucking while circling his tongue over the painfully tightening bud.
He’s now pulled down the other bra cup and is tweaking and rolling that nipple with his other skillful hand. I can feel the callouses of his thick fingers rubbing against my sensitive flesh. I’m loving how rough he’s being. His touches aren’t gentle. They’re exactly what I want and need. It always feels like he reads my body like a book. His favorite book.
My clit is swollen, and it’s pulsing with the need to be touched. I don’t think it will take much to push me over the edge.
My chest is heaving with the cacophony of sensations running through my body right now. I grab onto his hair, encouraging his actions, moaning, “I’m close. Don’t stop.”
He switches his lips to the other nipple, sucking that one into the wet warmth of his mouth and swirling his tongue around and over it with expert precision. He tugs the other nipple so hard that the first tremor of a small orgasm bubbles through the surface.
“Oh god,” I yell. I think I also thrust my hips a bit, searching for relief, but I’m too lost in the pleasure to know exactly what I’m doing. My body is in his hands as I begin to lose control.
He shoves his thick thigh between my legs and pushes hard to my most sensitive region, all while increasing the pressure of his sucking and tugging. It’s my official undoing. I bite my lip hard as my entire body shakes through the unexpected orgasm.
I can’t believe I just came on his leg. I’m still in my thong. He barely touched me. It doesn’t seem to bother him at all, as he doesn’t stop until he’s milked every last drop from me, ensuring that I’m satisfied.
I didn’t do anything, but I’m breathless. He practically has to hold me up, I’m so depleted of energy.
He eventually lifts his head from my chest with a huge grin on his face. “That was hella hot. Let’s give you another orgasm.”
I’m too drained to respond with words, so I nod.
While he unclasps my bra, I regain enough consciousness to do the same to his belt. In mere seconds, we’re both stripped of our clothing, and my energy has returned, eager for more of what this sexy man has to offer.
He lies down on the round lounge sofa and waves me over. “Come sit on my face, but I want your ass north and your pussy south. Watch the stars as I eatyourblueberry pie.”
“My ass will be right on your nose. It’s hardly whipped cream.”
He smiles. “It’s whipped cream to me. I need to get that ready too.” He flicks his tongue suggestively. “Get that sweet ass on my face, sea witch.”
My lips curl in amusement. “You’re such a caveman.”
“I am, but I know you dig it.”
Yes, I do. I can’t believe it, but I do.
I climb up and position myself over his face just as he asked. His tongue immediately runs through my back entrance several times without an ounce of trepidation. Is there anything better than an uninhibited man who will go to town on your ass?
In fact, he grabs my hips and pulls my ass even closer, and then shoves his face between my cheeks, leaving no inch untouched. His tongue pushes into my back entrance. I can feel my stomach muscles tighten at the sensation
Grabbing my ass, he removes his tongue and slowly slides his thumb into my puckered hole, while his tongue then moves to my other entrance and plunges inside.
My hips begin rocking of their own volition as he fucks me with that magical tongue and thick, long thumb at the same time.
Before I know it, he adds fingers circling my clit. It’s a trifecta of heavenly sensations, and I’m the lucky one drifting into a sea of pleasure.
It’s a struggle to keep my eyes open, but I look down at his cock. It’s so hard and masculine. It’s twitching with need of itsown as precum oozes from the crown. I’m suddenly dying to taste it. To give him some amount of the pleasure he’s giving me.
