“Did you cum on me this way?”
“Yes.”
“On my titties or in my mouth?”
“Both.”
“Good boy.” His eyes flash to mine. “How many times did you cum all over my face?”
“Too many to count.”
“How many times did you fill my pussy with your cum?”
“Every night.”
My core tightens, making me tingle everywhere. Hearing how hot he was for me before he ever had me stokes the fire inside me.
“What else, baby? How did you fuck me?”
“Fuck,” he moans as I work his cock with both of my hands, stroking him gently from base to tip. “I’d wake up every morning wishing you were sitting on my face or sucking my cock. Sometimes I had already finished in my shorts because my dreams were so desperate for you.”
“Did it feel like this?” I don’t wait for a response before deep-throating him as far as I can go.
His hands cling to my scalp as he groans in pleasure. “This is better,” he breathes.
“Mmm, good answer. Tell me more, or I’ll stop,” I threaten, licking up and down the length of him.
“I thought about your pussy so often that I’d lie awake, wishing I was between your thighs just so I could stare at it. Taste it. I wanted to know how every finger felt sliding inside your wetness.”
“More,” I demand.
“I’d fuck you so often in my dreams that I ran out of positions. I’d imagine you sitting on my face and my cock, holding onto the top rails of my bunk, and riding me until the bed broke. I’d fuck you so hard from behind that you screamed my name for the whole fucking prison to hear.”
“Yes, baby. I would have. I know there was more. Tell me how filthy you got.”
His hips jerk as I tug and twist with my hands, and suck on his head at the same time, making his legs tremble under mine.
“I’d make you beg for my cock.”
“More.”
“I’d make you beg to have it in your ass. I’d fuck your tight little asshole and fill you with my cum until it dripped into your pussy. And then I’d fuck it into your pussy and cum in you again!” He thunders the words as his climax bursts out of him, filling my mouth. I flatten my tongue as he fucks his seed down my throat, taking every drop.
I fall onto the mattress beside him, catching my breath, and grinning like an idiot. “That was so hot.”
“I didn’t even touch you,” he pants.
“You don’t have to touch me, and I’m still soaked.”
“Is that right?” He hums, hooking his arm under my leg suddenly, yanking me to a perpendicular angle. His headfinds a comfy spot between my thighs like his own personal pillow.
When his lips brush my clit, I moan, expecting him to continue, but then he merely opens my legs wider, staring at his prize.
“So beautiful.” He kisses me again, teasing me with his tongue. “I want to die right here.”
He inhales my scent, spreading me with his fingers and sliding his tongue through my slit. The next time he does it, he goes a little farther, dipping into my pussy. Then he does it again, swirling my puckered hole, making me gasp.
“Is that okay?” He murmurs.
