Tossing her onto it, I watch as she bounces thrice before climbing over her, caging her in. Wedging my body between legs spread from the force of the impact, I become her prison.
The breath is still knocked out of her when I cover one large globe of a breast with my mouth, covering the other with my hand. It remains that way, as I tongue and lave one diamond-hard peak before turning to the other. Dancing the hard nubbin on my tongue, I squeeze the other with gentle pressure. I feel her squirm, not knowing if it’s to get closer or away. In that moment, I don’t give a fuck. I’ve finally found where I should have been for more than a year. Nothing can drag me away now that I’ve found my home.
I fully expect her to dig her nails into my face again to make me stop. Instead, they pierce my scalp, holding me steady as I suck them together, letting them pop free only to suck them together again. I watch how they glisten like two overripe berries in the hot Alabama sun. I wet them again and again only to lick up my mess.
Her back arches, begging for more attention. “Oz must have been a poor-ass teacher if I can tie you in knots like this, sweetness.” Giving her no time to let the dig register, I turn back to tormenting her pretty titties.
Tonguing, biting, sucking, I leave my marks all over her bountiful breasts. My dick thrums like it has a heartbeat of its own. It’s almost painful as it lengthens, seeking relief only she can give.
Moving down, I lick a path of fire, dipping my tongue into the indentation of her navel. Tasting her sweat and the vanilla-rose body butter nearly makes me come right then, and I haven’t even gotten between those thick thighs yet.
Lower, I press kisses until I get to the prize that’s beckoned me for the last two years. The prize that’s promised to me for the months I’ve hunted her.
Curls slick with desire welcome me. Inhaling her, I bury my face in her curls, rubbing my face into the crush of springy softness. She is all woman, and no matter who came before, she’s all mine now, I think, reveling in the dense lushness.
I open her to me. Seeing the way her clit pokes out has me salivating. Beneath the hot pink of her opening is lush with need. Her essence glistens in welcome.
Unable to hold back, I bury my tongue in her honied hole, lapping and savoring the deliciousness of her.
“Damn, girl, your pussy is good,” I groan, tugging one fat lip, sucking only to dip back in before moving to suck the other.
“Too much,” she squirms when I start flicking her with my tongue.
Looking up, I see the truth of her discomfort. Oz was mediocre at best if she still can’t take the full force of a tongue.
“Is she still sensitive, little one? I’ll be gentle.” Her thighs tremble when I make my promise against her flesh.
Swirling my tongue around her clit with ease and deliberation, I tease her softness, dipping deep into the heat of her pussy, catching every drop that dares escape. I savor her flavor dancing on my tongue. Licking up to the tip and down back where the little organ thickens to meet her plush lips. Her thighs squeeze tightly around my head, muffling the cries she emits.
My reward for attentiveness is when she arches into my mouth as I suck her clit into my mouth. Her juicy ass trembles in my cupped palms as I feast while she fucks my face.
“Hadrián,” the way she screams my name has me clenching hard so my nut doesn’t burst free. Still, I helplessly grind my hardness into the bed.
Hips jerking, hand clutching my head hard, Saban arches so high her body bows as I bring her to climax. Pride bursts in my chest like a rocket in the night sky, watching how spectacularly she comes undone on my tongue.
Slow licks bring her down. Rising slowly, I watch her looking at me through the slits of half-mast lids as I push down my jeans but don’t kick them free. If she wants to be free, this is her chance. She doesn’t move an inch as I pull off my Henley, tossing it to join the belt. Her gaze eats up the ripple and swirl of my viper tattoo.
Body limp and pliant, I spread her wider. Taking myself in hand, I press the head of my dick into her tightness. I look down where the head splits her pussy. Her lips are stretched to capacity in welcome. She’s wet and ready.
Thrusting hard, I nearly miss the barrier at her entrance tearing in my eagerness to fuck her.
A cry rips through her as her body bows again, only this time it’s not with pleasure but pain. Freezing, I bite through the pressure of her muscles spasming, squeezing so hard it feels like she’s about to break my dick in half.
My heart kicks so hard as the realization that she’s still a virgin slams into me. Elation co-mingles with fury. She lied.
Mine. Mine. Only mine— is a litany I can’t shake, and I don’t want to.
“You lying little motherfucker.” Gritting against her ear, I curse. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck you, Saban.” Anger making my dick hard.
Clamping my teeth hard, I fight against the raw adrenaline that urges my hips to fuck her into the bed.
Impossibly, her pussy squeezes me so hard my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head. Sweat breaks out on my back.
This little motherfucker, I swear.
Lord knows I want to move — to get up, but I can’t. The world could go to hell right now and I wouldn’t get up out of this pussy.
“I’m going to fucking kill you for this.” I promise.
