I closed my eyes and bit on my lip, held in a groan. Fuck. I was quivering for his touch, my pussy clenching in eagerness. I sank down into the base of my brain where only instinct and need and an ache for more existed.
He flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh…oh…” My back arched of its own volition. “Yes, yes…oh that…Mitch, I…”
“Patience, baby,” he murmured and then did it again.
I ground into his face, my ass cheeks coming off the floor.
And then his mouth was on me, properly. Working my clit with his tongue, flicking and circling it, giving me just what I needed.
I was wanton, sprawled on the carpet, writhing, sweating, and gagging for it.
“Oh…let’s fuck…” I gasped. The desperate desire to be filled was overwhelming. “Fuck me.”
But it seemed that wasn’t his plan, and while he worked my clit he toyed with my entrance, peeking just a finger in,stroking, caressing, but not enough to give me what I wanted so desperately.
“Oh God…” I groaned, my toes curling. “Oh…please…please…please…” How had I become a begging wreck so quickly? The man was cunning and devastating all at the same time. “Mitch. I need…”
My begging paid off, and he drove two thick fingers into me as he worked my clit with skill and precision. Only my vibrator hit the spot the way he did, and yet…fuck, now he really was getting it just right, and my mind was blown.
I cried out, thrust my hips, and allowed my entire body to tense. The pressure was building in a way that promised an explosion of stratospheric pleasure. I didn’t try and beat it down, hold it off; this man who could make me come was a gift, and I was grabbing it unapologetically.
“Oh…yes…I’m…don’t stop!” I’d die if he did, my body would burst with disappointment and agony…yes, agony.
It was there, and he was tipping me over the edge of a skyscraper, and I was toppling into ecstasy. I held my breath, yanked his hair, butted into his face, my pussy mashing against his mouth, his nose, his chin. I couldn’t get close enough and was brazen in how I was taking it.
The explosion was hard and fast and shook me from head to toe. Bliss was a fire-lick around my body, bursts of color sparkled in my brain, and I folded in on myself to revel in the release that went on and on. My pussy gripped his fingers, weeping and wet, and my swollen clit bobbed on his tongue. I cried out and gasped and made noises I’d never heard before.
I ached from it. I was burning up and breathless, and eventually I dragged at his hair so brutally he slid up over me and rested his dense weight on my shaking body.
“Baby, you taste amazing and when you come…”
“I’ve never come like that before,” I managed and smoothed my palms over the expanse of his wide shoulders. “Never.”
“And that’s a fucking crime.” He frowned. “But we can make up for lost time. Tasting your girl cum is my new favorite thing to do.” He ducked his head and swirled his tongue around my rigid nipple.
I moaned and explored his shoulders.
He kissed across my chest and paid lavish attention to my other small breast. It was as if my nipples were a hot-wire to my pussy, and my clit pulsed with renewed need.
“Mmm….Mitch…Daddy…”
He moved over me again. A wicked smiled tugged his mouth and his cock rode over my mound, grinding on my pubic hair. “Baby girl want’s more?”
“I want you.”
“You have to promise to come again.”
“I…I don’t know I…”
“I know you can.” He adjusted his position so he was prodding my sopping entrance with his erection. “I know you can make me proud.”
“Oh…” I gasped and canted my hips, taking him in an inch. “I want to do that, to make you proud.”
A soft sheen of sweat sat on his brow, and the tendrils of hair that hung there were damp. I’d never seen him more handsome.
“I know you,” he murmured. “And I want to know more, everything about you. Fuck…you’re beautiful. So damn beautiful I don’t ever want to not be with you.”
