Death by pussy.
That would be exactly how I’d want to go, and I’d die a happy man.
My epitaph would read:He died doing what he loved most.
She shuddered against me, screaming my name as she came on my tongue, bucking and falling to shreds on top of me. And fuck, I loved it. I saw stars as my lungs burned for air and I lifted her up slightly so I could breathe again.
“Oh my God,” she panted, out of breath.
“It’s not his name you were screaming a few seconds ago. Although, I think I just fucked you so good you saw him. Fucked you straight to heaven and back.”
“Always so cocky,” she said, still a little breathless.
“Tell me I’m wrong.” I winked at her and gave her my panty-dropping smile, exceedingly pleased with myself. “What do you think, princess? Can you make me see God, too?”
She giggled. “O’Connor, you have no idea what you’re asking.”
I chuckled. “Why don’t you show me then?”
My Dick Had No Chill
Ben
Evemovedbetweenmylegs, wrapping her hands around me before rolling off the condom and pulling her hair back in a ponytail.
She hovered, brushing her lips lightly down my stomach before moving to my thigh and nipping at my flesh. She teased her way toward my pronounced erection, my teeth gritting with the need to be inside her. Her breath fanned over my dick, which was dripping for her already, desperate for something wet and warm to plunge into.
Her fingers dug into my leg, and she resumed her teasing bites. Up and down. Toward my aching cock. But skimming right past it to my stomach. She was toying with me.
I bit back my growl, and she smiled like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
Sadistic. That’s what she was.
She was getting off on this little game.
I laid back, concentrating on the feel of her lips painting kisses up and down my torso. The line of her cleavage, pressing against my aching dick while she did.
I needed her mouth. On my cock. Now.
I was a bomb, and if she cut the wrong wire, I was going to explode before I was good and ready.
“You gonna tease me all day or are you gonna give me that pretty little mouth of yours, princess?”
She bit into my side, right under my rib cage. A punishment or a warning. I squirmed under her, growing more and more uncomfortable.
“Don’t give me the bratty attitude. You better behave, Ben, or I’ll get up and leave you like this.”
Fuuuuck. She wouldn’t.
I glanced down at her no-nonsense stare. Okay, maybe she would. I wasn’t willing to chance it.
“I’ll be good. I promise.”
“That’s right. You will. Because you want this pretty mouth around your cock, don’t you?”
I moaned in agreement. Glad she got her confidence back just in time to torture the hell out of me with it.
She made a few more tormenting circuits of my body before she finally reached down and cupped me in her palm. I pressed myself further into my mattress, holding myself back from thrusting into her hand. Letting her play with me like a cat toying with a mouse.
