If I knew all it would take for her to listen to me was eating her out, I would have done that a long time ago, especially if I knew that tasting pussy would be this monumental.
“Again.” I demand as I move my hands up her body, grabbing onto her perky tits.
I wish she wasn't wearing a bra right now, still her tits feel so perfect in my hands. I keep tugging, and squeezing them.
“Juliette!” she screams even louder, her face contorted in such pleasure that I can't breathe.
Thankfully, I don't have to breathe; I can just keep sucking on her clit while thrusting in and out of her with my tongue as hard as I want.
I ponder about using my fingers, but I decide against it, I want to make her cum with just my mouth for now so she knows how just good I can be.
“I'm g—gonna cum.” She grunts out, grinding her face into me reverently—harder.
“Not yet,” I say, almost angrily. She whines in response, almost sobbing.
I need more. She can't cum yet, not when I can't get enough of her taste, not when I want to remember how she tastes for the rest of my life.
I want to do this forever, to have my tongue inside her forever and for her to moan for me forever. She can't cum yet, I'm nowhere near done with her—
“Please, please, let me cum,” she moans in a scream, almost ripping my hair follicles out.
Never mind. How can I deny her when she begs like such a slut? When she is so desperate for me? If anything, now I need to watch her cum, she deserves this for putting up with all my shit. I've never seen her look like this before; so completely entranced in pleasure.
“Fuck,” I groan, enamoured by how sexy she looks as she moans in pleasure. “Okay baby, it's okay. You can cum for me.”
She was clearly waiting for permission because as soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel her legs wrapping around my head. She clenches around my tongue and I could die happy right now from that feeling.
“Oh my fuck!” she screams out shivering as her chest violently heaves.
Trapped in her cunt, my eyes stay on her face. She looks ethereal, so raw, so filthy as she cums because of me—for me.
I wish I could bottle this sight of her and keep it, so I could replay it whenever I want. It's the most priceless sight in the world.
A few minutes go by and I watch as her legs relax around my head, but still remain draped on my shoulders.
She breathes in and out with her eyes closed, clearly unable to hide that massive grin on her face. I can't take my eyes off her, not for one second.
“Are you sure that was your first time doing that?” she asks breathlessly, opening her eyes, there's a twinkle of amusement in them.
“I'm a bit of a perfectionist.” I shrug in a mock confident way and she chuckles lazily.
She thought I was good, well of course she did, I literally just made her cum. The pride that fills my chest is insurmountable; I've never felt this much pride in my entire life.
Instead of responding to me, she clears her throat, moving her legs off my shoulders awkwardly. I'm not sure why, but I look away as she fishes for her panties.
I literally just ate her out, but the only time I feel shame is when she's getting changed again?
How messed up am I?
I want to do it again. I want to make her cum as many times as possible for the rest of my life and that is absolutely dangerous.
I find myself sitting on the bench staring at the floor, then I hear her voice.
“I think you're gonna get me addicted to this too,” she says the words so softly that it tears my heart a little.
I want her to be addicted to it—addicted to me—so much so that I consume every single thought in her pretty little head.
I've always wanted that; in a different way, but I've always wanted her to be as consumed by me as I am by her.
