My thumb teases her clit as I lick my way inside her. Tasting and teasing, I eat her pussy like it’s the last meal I’m going to have on this earth.
And I do it with a smile on my face.
Her nails tighten and suddenly my head is being pulled back. Smooth lips press against my swollen ones, her tongue sweeping inside my mouth to get a taste of herself.
“You’re a good boy, Devil. Such a good boy.”
I didn’t come to Wolf Hollow with a praise kink but I sure as fuck am leaving with one.
“Darling, I need you to touch me.”
Thepleaseis on the tip of my tongue but I manage to swallow it back down.
She bites down on my bottom lip, drawing a groan from my mouth. Her teeth scrape along my jaw, nibbling at the stubble while her hands press and mold the muscles running down my abdomen.
An exhale falls free when her hand finally makes it south. Wrapping her fingers around my throbbing member, Calista purrs softly before stroking him from base to tip.
“Dressing yourself up so pretty for me, baby.”
I can’t help but grin, watching her play with my piercing like it’s her new favourite toy.
“Are you talking to my dick?”
“Shh. We’re having a conversation.”
My head falls back and laughter tumbles out. Pressure lessens as air fills my chest, the saddlebags of expectations disappearing into the night with a fleeting moment of peace.
This is the shit I’ve been missing. The feeling of togetherness that only comes from the company you crave.
The people who enjoy your presence just as much as you do theirs.
“Don’t be afraid to give him a good tongue-lashing. Filthy bastard loves that kind of thing.”
“Oh, I remember.”
She scrapes the underside of my tip and I shudder. Flicking the metal barbell with her tongue, Calista drops her head and licks the pre-cum off my aching cock.
I’m waiting, dying for her to wrap her lips around me and suck me dry again.
Instead, I get the next best thing.
Small, round ass cheeks flash before my face as Calista turns around and settles herself on my lap. Frizzy, semi-dry blonde curls brush my stomach as she leans back and sinks down on my dick.
Holy fucking shit.
Calista lets out a corresponding moan, her eyes glued to our reflection as she lifts up and sits back down again. Her tits bounce with the motion, her hips grinding and gyrating against my pelvis while we both watch through the mirror.
I can feel her pussy contracting around me, the vise-like grip choking the life out of my dick. It’s pleasure in its ugliest form, nothing but sweat and the sound of our heavy breathing filling the room as Calista rides us into sweet oblivion.
Dragging my teeth across her shoulder blades, I watch her eyes grow bright and glassy as the orgasm dangles just out of reach. My hips buck in time with her motion, my thrusts driving my cock deeper inside her and letting my piercing do the rest.
“Calista, darling. Tell me what you need.”
It’s a pained whisper as her desperation melds with my own.
Vicious nails tear into the flesh on my legs, her scratch marks sending a zing of pain through my system. I’m tempted to lieback and let this vixen bounce on my cock all night long, but the desire to see Calista fall apart drives me to bend forward and grab her hand.
“Show me what you need.”
