He licks a path from my core up to my clit and pulls me into his mouth, using varied pressure to suckle my clit, while using the tip of his tongue to tease the hypersensitive surface, puffed up even more thanks to the suction, as his fingers keep working my other hole, and I shatter.
He’s been working me up all night, but the insane pressure, the surprise of his finger, the concentration I had on deep throating him, I wasn’t expecting it, and it launches me so far over the edge I fear I’ll be falling endlessly. A continuous release that’s so deep and intense it almost hurts.
My entire body shakes over him, eyes screwed tight as he’s lodged in my throat, blocking the scream that tries to leave the depths of my soul.
The noises he makes in response are otherworldly, his face still buried between my clamped thighs.
That’s when I feel his cock thicken, pulsing in my mouth, throbbing in preparation for his own release. It hits my throat in spurts that would take my breath away, if breathing were even an option right now.
I’ve never felt anything better.
I’m not sure who comes down first, but eventually both of us stop coming, bodies calming from the tremors, and we pull our mouths back slowly. I’m not sure the world I come down to is the same one I left behind minutes ago.
Post-orgasm Lexi wants to do this again, soon, which is proof enough I’m no longer myself. I mean, if I had anything left in me, I would feel devastated I won’t get to fuck him tonight. But I feel scraped raw, my insides turned out with what he put me through. More would break me.
“I’ll never get over the taste of your cum,” Wilder says between panting breaths, sprawled out on the bed, tattooed stomach rising and falling with his heavy breathing.
“I didn’t even get to taste yours,” I grumble.
“You’re a witch,” he wheezes. “Definitely not human.”
Rolling over onto my back next to him, I giggle. “It’s like one in three people that don’t have a gag reflex, you know. It’s notthatrare.”
“Not just that,” he says, waving a hand in the air. “All of you. No way you’re mortal.”
“How about you?” I scoff, nudging his softening dick. “This thing deserves its own fan club.”
“Was that a compliment, Boss?”
“I like what’s hanging between your legs, not you. Don’t get it confused.”
“What’s between your thighs is barely in my top five favorite things about you,bella.”
FIFTEEN
WILDER
HEIGHTS HOTTIES
Weston
good vibes today for my girl
Ronnie
Pregnancy test?
Weston
no
Wyatt
dumbass
Weston
today’s her job interview with her favorite podcast
