He doesn’t stop this time, doesn’t bother trying to give me a moment to recover, and I recoil a bit, my legs squeezing his hand as I grab his wrist in both my hands and pull. “No, please. I can’t.”
His eyes move to my face, his expression feral determination, so I release my grip on his wrist, reaching around to yank at his shirt. A few buttons give way, allowing access to his bare chest, and I run my fingers along his pecs before pinching his nipple, hard. He grunts, so I do it again, and again, reveling in how the rhythm of his hand in my pussy stutters and stalls.
Twisting around further, I ease down to my knees, my free hand going to his belt. His hand remains between my legs, immobile now as he waits to see what I’m going to do. Making quick work of his belt, I yank the button of his jeans free, the zipper opening easily and then his dick is in my hand.
I stroke him lightly before gripping firmly, squeezing the tip as I twist his nipple, his low whimper sending a new pang of arousal deep inside me. His eyes close slightly, his head falling back, and I twist further, wanting to suck him, but unable to reach from this angle.
I move away, and he follows, his fingers making a sloppy noise as he removes them from my pussy. “Fuck my face, Ren.” My words come out a desperate whisper, and he pauses briefly, his eyes locked with mine.
Then he’s moving, and I find myself on my back, braced on one elbow. He shoves his jeans partway down his thighs, his large frame moving over mine, facing my feet, his hands moving to my inner thighs, spreading my legs wide. Hunching over, he places his face directly in front of my dripping cunt, his breath warms as he says, “If you need me to stop, pinch me.”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond, just straddles my head, and I fall back, my hands gripping the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. I barely manage to lick along his tip before he’ssliding between my lips, the hard length of him pressed against my tongue, the taste and smell of my pussy on his skin sending another pang of arousal through me.
He goes easy at first, the forward press of his hips tentative, as if he’s testing me. I pull on him, my hands moving to his bare ass, and he immediately sinks deeper, the tip of his cock nudging the back of my throat.
His lips and tongue zero in on my clit, and I attempt to close my legs, but his hands are there, preventing me from escaping. My moan of pleasure is cut off by his dick pressing in further, effectively cutting off my air, creating a distinct edge to the orgasm building just beneath the surface.
He shifts again, his fingers shoving inside my pussy, the change in his position forcing my chin down awkwardly. I give him a little pinch, and he immediately adjusts himself, easing his body away slightly as he pauses. I shimmy beneath him, moving to a position that feels more accessible, before tightening my grip on his ass, pulling until he settles back where I want him.
He doesn’t ease in this time, instead sliding into my mouth without preamble, the tip of his dick pressed firmly into my throat. He shoves his fingers inside me, his lips and teeth and tongue working my clit with a skilled precision I know I won’t be able to put off.
So, I don’t bother trying. Relaxing beneath him, I squeeze his ass cheeks, urging him to do exactly what I asked him to do.
Fuck my face.
He pulls back, slides back in, his easy rhythm quickly turning into a quick cadence to match his mouth on my clit, his fingers fucking my pussy. I guide him with my hands, and he doesn’t require any additional instruction as he fucks my face in earnest, the time between thrusts quickly narrowing until he’s fucking my throat with great intent.
My orgasm crashes over me, my lack of breath only adding to the pleasure rolling over me. I choke, my moans choppy, guttural as they attempt to escape around his dick cutting off my air.
He curses against my quivering pussy, his cock pulsing in my mouth, and I swallow instinctively as he comes, the hot liquid having nowhere to go but down my throat.
He eases away almost immediately, allowing me to drag in a desperate breath around his dick. I swallow hard, once, twice, then work on catching my breath while remaining uncertain of if he’s finished with me this time.
After a moment he moves back, then shifts to the side where he comes to rest on his side, his head pillowed on my inner thigh. His eyes are closed, his lips curved up slightly. “We don’t want to make a habit of that.”
Frowning, I jiggle my leg until he opens an eye and looks at me, my brows raised as I ask, “And why not?”
“Can’t get pregnant through the esophagus, princess.”
“Oh my God,” I respond in outrage, but another look at his face has my eyes narrowing, and I swat at him as I add, “Stop that.”
A laugh breaks loose, his normally serious expression morphing into one of mirth. My breath catches in my throat, the warmth in his dark eyes igniting a matching warmth in my chest that has me shaking my head in response.
I cover up my sudden breathlessness with a cough then mutter to myself a bunch of incoherent nonsense that has him smirking. I give him a playful glare then sigh, wiping at my eyes and nose as I say, “I must look a fright.”
“No.”
The word hangs in the air between us, and I wait, thinking he may say more, but he doesn’t. He continues to watch me, the intensity of his stare making me increasingly uncomfortableuntil I finally end up looking away, fearful he may see too much in my own eyes.
His palm connecting with my ass cheek startles me, and I yelp in response. He soothes the sting with a caress, then gets to his feet, turning and offering me a hand.
I shake off my urge to wave him off, allowing him to help me stand on shaking legs. He holds my hand for a moment, assuring I’m steady on my feet before stepping back. “We better get moving. We have a wedding to plan.”
My eyes widen, worry suddenly washing over me. “Can I at least get a minute to clean up?”
He cocks his head at me, and for a moment I fear he’s going to push me into using my safe word just to get some bathroom time. But then he nods, stooping over and retrieving my underwear which he then holds out to me. “You got ten minutes. Don’t waste them”
I don’t waste time arguing, I snatch my underwear from his hand and book it to the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door in my rush.
