It probably should be humiliating, watching a grown man crawl to his waiting lover. Knowing I’m the sucker on the ground, slowly handing my pride and dignity over to a woman fully intact.
But all I can see is the flush of pleasure racing up Calista’s chest. The splotch of pink rushing up her neck as I give her something she desires.
As I give her something she deserves.
It feels like a matter of respect, when I finally make it to her seated frame and kneel patiently between her legs. Keep my eyes trained on her face so she knows I’m true to my word.
“You are a good boy, aren’t you? So eager to please.”
She coos softly, tracing the scruff on my jaw with a sharp fingernail.
I can’t bring myself to look away when she caresses my neck, red claws teasing the wolf fighting his way to freedom. She lingers on the wild animal, her nails gently scraping his fur as her eyes drop to the chain around my neck.
Questions illuminate within green depths, but none make it past her mouth.
And for that, I’m grateful.
“Such pretty art on such a pretty boy.” Her hand grazes the key hanging on my chest but she doesn’t reach for it, “I could spend all night just looking at you.”
The words are superficial, meaningless except for the way she says them.
“Do you wantto eat my pussy, Devil?”
Sweet turns to coy in the blink of an eye, a sugary smile laced with a poison I wouldn’t think twice about gulping down.
“You already know the answer to that, Miss Drache.”
All she does is smile.
Smile and spread her legs so her pussy is right in front of my face.
Glistening pink and perfect in every way.
Before I can add my mouth to the gallery, Calista drags a finger across her hip bone and over the swollen nub that’s begging for a taste.
“You’re going to drag your tongue right along here.” Pressing down, she lets out a quiet moan that has my fists clenching on the floor, “Play with it until you can slip two fingers inside like this,” She spreads her legs wider, slowly thrusting two fingers inside her pussy, “And keep going until I tell you to stop. Do you think you can handle that?”
Cum drips from her fingers onto the floor, the steady stroke of each thrust teasing me with the scent of her arousal. My mouth waters like a man on the verge of dehydration, the puddle on the floor looking pretty fucking tempting right about now.
“Yeah.” Gravel coats my throat, “I can handle that.”
She rewards my response by extracting her fingers and pressing them against my mouth. I suck them in immediately, groaning at the flavour bursting across my tongue.
“Show me what you’ve learned, Devil.”
I fucking lunge.
Burying my face as deep as it will go, I lap at her clit like a fiend. Flattening my tongue against her bud, I lick and suck until Calista starts to purr, her hips writhing and grinding against my face.
Cum drips down the side of her legs, her opening weeping for my attention. I keep my mouth fused to clit and slide two digits inside, curling them up just like she showed me.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
Her encouragement isn’t half as sweet as her pussy clenching around my fingers. I thrust them hard up inside her, listening to the small gasps and moans until my cock starts to ache from the action he’s missing out on.
Calista was supposed to be running this show but fucking her with my fingers isn’t enough.
The first slide of my tongue has a growl escaping from my throat. The second has Calista gasping, her inner walls clenching around my taste buds while her nails dig into my scalp.
