"Is this okay?" Silver glances up through his dark lashes, pausing his movement.
"Yes," I manage to spit out.
He shoves both thumbs into my pussy and spreads me open, swirling them around and back inside.
I whimper. "I want you to fuck me."
"Not yet, Angel. Not yet." Silver hooks my legs under his arms and pushes me further onto the counter as he leans down and licks at my center. "Not until I make you come on my tongue."
My eyes roll back and I reach down, swirling my hand in his hair and another up and into mine. "Silver," I moan.
He frees one hand to return it to my pussy, his fingers thrusting into me at the same time he sucks on my clit.
Every fucking nerve ending in my body ignites, and pleasure courses through me. I buck my hips and grip both handfuls of hair tighter.
Silver glides his tongue all over me and slows down his fingers, but thrusts them in harder, deeper.
I arch my back and practically beg with my body for release.
And because he's so attuned to my every desire, he gives it to me, darting his tongue across my clit and rocking his fingers just the right way to make me come once again.
I shiver and pulsate and I think there's no fucking way I can take any more.
But Silver stands taller, licking his lips and gripping my thighs to drag me closer to him. "Do you still want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," I breathe, unsure how it's possible to still want more.
He yanks down the waistband of his pants and grips his cock in his hand, stroking the already hard length and lining it up with my aching pussy. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, please."
"Say it."
"I want you to fuck me."
I barely get the last word out before he slams into me, his girth spreading me wider than his fingers ever could. I scream out and close my eyes, the pain, and pleasure mixing together into something truly fucking magical.
Silver places my legs on his shoulders and leans forward, fucking me deeper. "You're taking me so well, Angel."
"Mmm," I moan. "You feel so good." I bite at my lip, and he brings his hand forward and runs his fingers along my teeth and pops them into my mouth.
"Taste yourself, Angel. You're so sweet." He drags the same hand out of my mouth, up my body to grip the base of his shaft as he continues to fuck me. "You were fucking made for me."
Never in all my years have I been with a man that did dirty talk.
Maybe a guy who tried to. Maybe said one thing here or there. But everything out of Silver's mouth is pure filth, and I fucking love it.
"Yeah, I was," I tell him as he pounds into me, my vision blurring with each thrust.
Silver rubs his thumb over my clit while still holding onto his shaft and burying himself inside of me, he stops his long motions but remains fully in there, his cock throbbing. He removes his hand and pushes the rest of the way in slowly, carefully, with great caution. But once he reaches my limit, he jabs his hips harder and tilts me up toward him to hit an even fucking better angle.
I cry out and clench around him, every nerve in my body exploding with pleasure.
His groin grinds against my clit, and he fucks me harder as I climax more explosively than I ever have. Part of me questions whether any of the times before in my life were orgasms or just mild pleasure, because this...this sends an earthquake through me that leaves me seeing fucking stars.
Silver pulls his cock out of me and finishes on my stomach not a second later, my weak frame quivering on the counter and still reeling with pleasure long after we're both done and left panting.
With my arm over my face, I catch my breath and wonder how I've ever lived life prior to this. Are other girls experiencing this level of orgasms on a daily basis and I've been starved of the pleasure? Or was this because I fully let myself go, knowing damn well I've sold myself to the devil?
