Her brows hitch. “Straddle it?” she squeaks, and I nod, resting my head back on the mattress while dragging my tongue over my lips.
“Straddle it. Grind on it. Smother me with your pretty pink cunt.”
Her chest rises and falls quickly, clearly affected by not only my demand, but the dirty words I use that I know she loves. Hell, she doesn’t even flinch when I say the wordcuntanymore.
“I can’t. I’ll like… suffocate you or something.”
Gliding my hands up the backs of her thighs, I reach her arse and give it a sharp squeeze.
“I told you to smother me, Angel. Why are you making me wait?” I growl, tugging her closer, my fingers sinking into those perfect globes, and another squeak flies from her lips.
She stumbles forward, her hands darting out and slapping down on the mattress behind my head as she catches herself, and I lean in close, burying my face between the apex of her thighs, my nose pressing to her clit.
“Fuuuck, Angel. You smell so fucking good.”
She moans, shifting her hands for balance on the mattress to either side of my head before she peers down at me, and when our eyes lock, I see the submissive in her eyes silently begging me to shove her over the line.
Releasing one of her perfect globes, I rear my hand back and bring it down hard across her arse, the crack bouncing off the walls of our room, and her gasping cry has the beast in me humming with approval.
“Fuck my face, Abbey. Now!”
She obeys instantly, her slick cunt pressing down against my lips, and I fucking groan as the taste of her hits my tongue.
It’s like a drug to me. A euphoric hit that has me ravenous for more, and my cock jerks as the heat of her smothers me exactly the way I wanted.
My tongue glides through her folds, tracing every inch before moving back to her clit and flicking it. Then, I seal my lips around the swollen bud and suck hard.
“Oh!” she chokes, her body pitching forward, pressing her weight into me.
My fingers dig into the flesh of her arse, feeling the muscles tense and flex under my grip, and fuck yes! I fucking love turning her on.
There’s nothing like it. Having her on the edge, bringing her to the brink, and knowing I have the power to shatter her with nothing but my mouth.
Small whimpers spill from her lips as I work her over, lapping, sucking, and every so often, driving my tongue into her pussy, fucking her with it until her thighs quake.
My cock is desperate for her, precum beading at the tip, the ache of it so brutal I know I could blow any moment. But fuck, who cares? It would be worth every drop of cum, because this right here, is fucking everything.
As my Angel surrenders to the pleasure building inside her, her thrusts grow sharper, harder, and more frantic. Breathing is no longer a fucking option for me, and fuck, you know what? If this is how I go, smothered under her, it’s the only death I’d ever beg for.
The pads of my fingers dig into her arse, urging her on as she grinds against my face, and her cries fill the room as her sweet taste grows slicker on my tongue.
She’s close.
This knowledge unravels me, and I fucking hold her to my face, making sure I can’t take in a single slither of oxygen. I draw her clit into my mouth like I’m sucking on her nipple, and she cries out as her bodylocks tight before tremors ripple through her and her orgasm gushes across my tongue, lips and beard.
It’s a long, body-jerking climax, her thighs shaking, the muscles taut before she finally goes slack, and because I can’t help myself, I quickly grip her hips, moving her off me, and shoving her face first onto the bed.
I stand, my cock throbbing as I press it between her legs while I fist my hand into the hair at her nape.
She gasps when I give the strands a sharp tug, forcing her back to arch and that sweet fucking arse to point directly at me.
“Colour?!” I demand.
“O-orange.”
I freeze, my grip in her hair loosening instantly.
Orange? Did she just say orange?
