PLEASE SIT ON MY FACE
DYLAN
Ididn’t know it was possible for me to get so rock hard and yet not fuck her through the mattress.
Her eyes were all but molten lava full of lust.Her lips plump and pink as she bit them, watching me trying desperately to hump into her.
But it wasn’t enough.
So I had to pull her onto my face.
“But I need to eat you out.Now,” I said with a low grunt, her wetness soaked through my jeans.Fuck, why was I wearing them?Why was I still dressed?
“I’ve never done this,” she whispered, hovering above me, her voice shaky and unsure.
But fuck if that stopped the sick, perverted bastard in me.My eyes were glued to her sweet, perfect pussy, and it was all I could think about.My last meal.And maybe it was, because the second I tasted her, I knew I’d die a happy man.
“It’s okay,” I said, lying through my teeth.“I’ll take care of it.”
I should have warned her I wasn’t going to be gentle or a good boy.
But I didn’t.
“You just sit on me.Use my mouth.Please let me be your fucking toy tonight.”My hands slid up her waist, coaxing her closer, and when I caught sight of the soaked spot on her panties, my cock threatened to poke through the jeans.
She glanced down nervously.“I-I have to remove my stockings and panties.”
“Don’t move.”My voice came out low.Almostferal.“Let me.”
The sound of fabric tearing echoed in the room as I ripped through her stockings, then hooked my thumbs into the thin cotton between her legs.I almost groaned when my fingertips brushed her damp heat.
Fuck, of course it’s cotton!
I bit back the memory of younger Dylan in her laundry room holding her panties.The shame only fueled the ache in my cock.
Without any hesitation, I tore the last barrier off her body.
“I’m sorry,” I said, sounding not sorry at all.
Her gasp filled the air when I tossed the scraps somewhere in the room, already plotting to pocket them later, and then Ifinallylooked.
Holy.Fucking.Shit.
“You’re bare,” I said, my heart dropping to my stomach and my cock straining painfully.
She was smooth.Her pussy was perfect.Her lips glistened, swollen and slick, her clit peeking out like it was begging me to suck it raw.I wanted to bury my face in her until I suffocated.
She squirmed, biting her lip, and it only made me grip her thighs tighter.“Got a Brazilian before… you know.”She shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal, as if it didn’t make my gut twist knowing someone else had their hands between these perfect thighs.
“Never again,” I growled, almost begging her.“I’ll learn how to wax.I’ll do anything for you—I will do it.Nobody else touches this pretty pussy.”
Her eyes widened, but I didn’t give her time to respond.“Please.”My voice cracked with desperation.“Sit on my face.”
“W-will you be okay?”she asked, her innocence cutting through my filth for half a second.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay drowning in the sweetest cunt I’ve ever seen?”I tightened my grip and dragged her closer.“Smother me with it, baby.”
Her cheeks flamed red, her chest rising in short, frantic breaths.“You have such a dirty mouth,” she said, scolding me.
