A grin stretched my lips as a feral need exploded deep inside of me, pulsing through every cell of my body. “So polite. What a good girl.”
“Holy shiiiit.” Her back arched when I finally paid her clit some attention. Her juices ran down my chin as I sucked, licked, nibbled, and savored every goddamn gasp and moan escaping her lips.
“Kai, oh my God, I’m gonna—”
Her cunt gushed all over my face. Her thighs trembled and her glutes clenched under my fingers as she came with a scream.
“Mhhh, fuck yeah, soak my face.”
My balls pulled up tight and before I could stop myself, it all got too much. Her smell, her taste, her sounds were driving me crazy.
A guttural sound ripped out of my throat, and I shot my load into my boxers, humping the air desperately like a teenager busting his first nut.
Sweat poured down my face and back as I stared at her swollen pussy.
“Christ, look at this. Your messy cunt is still gushing for me. Tastes so fucking delicious, I came in my bloody pants for you.”
“You better lick up everything I gave you then, Pretty Boy.”
Shit, I might actually end up falling for her and her sassy mouth if she keeps going like this.
“Right on,” I obeyed.
Flattening my tongue, I got to work, cleaning every bit of her cum off her swollen pussy and lapping at her entrance.
Easing back with an appreciative moan, I stopped once her folds became too sensitive and she began squealing and fighting me again.
“Good boy,” she praised, somehow managing to sound imperious and haughty even though she was upside-down with her ass exposed.
Barking out a laugh, I slowly lowered her hips, admiring the red marks in the shape of my hand, my fingers and teeth I’d left all over her skin. Yeah, I really liked the look of that.
“Thanks, Love.” I helped her pull her underwear and running shorts back up over her butt again. “Appreciate you letting me know I’ve done an alright job.”
Still on all fours, she smirked at me over her shoulder, shaking her head slightly, before getting up.
“Did you really come in your pants?”
She brushed the leaves and dirt from her hands and elbows, staring down at me with an amused glint in her eyes.
“Sure did.” I shrugged with one shoulder, unbothered.
Tori’s eyes darted to my crotch but at least the fabric of my shorts didn’t show any traces of the mess I’d made — yet.
“Don’t expect any help cleaning this up, Pretty Boy.”
I snorted. “Aww, don’t worry. You’ll get a taste of my cum soon enough.”
“Who says I’d ever want to get near that thing?” She sniffed.
“Your dripping cunt.”
Tori blinked, then scoffed, shaking her head like she could fling off the memory of two minutes ago. “You’re impossible.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t seem to mind.”
My quip earned me a proper glare this time, full of fire and indignation. She brushed her shorts clean with sharp, irritated little flicks. “That—” she began, then paused, as if she didn't even know how to categorize what had just happened. “That was…”
“Good?” I offered.
