“‘M gonna make you feel good if it’s the last thing I do. Gonna have you screaming my name by the end of it, pretty cunt slobbering all over the bedspread.”
“A little confident, are we?”
A smirk crawls across his lips. “I know you better than anyone else. If I don’t give you the best orgasm in the world, I’ve failed you. And I don’t plan on making that a reality.”
An unspoken retort hangs in the atmosphere, but my doubt is quickly rectified by the feeling of my panties being slid all the way off, exposing my swollen cunt to the frigid chill of the bedroom.
A whimper whirs in the back of his throat, the muscles inhis bare back undulating. Even though I can’t fully see his eyes in the dark, I can feel the heat of his gaze scouring his new workspace, and my eager pussy responds with a concentrated throb.
“I just don’t want you to be disappointed if it takes a while to find what works, you know? I’ve only ever used vibrators so I’m not even sure wh—oh. Oh my God.”
Knox’s head is fully between my thighs, bobbing, and he cracks my cunt open like it’s a peach in July, slurping up the excess of my arousal with absolutely no preamble. The foreign intrusion laves at my clit before venturing deeper, trying to stimulate the bundle of surface-level nerves that have been aching for this very moment. He swirls his tongue around, flicks it back and forth over my puffy, pink lips, and even has the audacity to grin against me when I shamelessly grind against his face in some animalistic outrage.
“Yeah? You like that? You like when I take my sweet time mapping every inch of this perfect fucking pussy?” he taunts.
My hands fist the ivory bed sheets. “Deeper. Need you…need you deeper.”
“Good,” he growls, clamping his fingers down on my legs. “Because I haven’t eaten in hours, and I’m fucking starving.”
The next time Knox breaches my cunt, my vision telescopes on a random spot on the ceiling, my spine comes off the mattress, and I can feel my pussy dilating around the girth of his tongue. The most obscene squelch bounces off the walls, which only makes me hornier.
Holy shit. This is really happening. The top point scorer on the hockey team is eating me out like he has something to prove. This big, scary, six-foot-three giant bending to the likes of the shy, invisible girl who’s never even held a cock in her hands before.
He laps at my clit—tending to them with attention and diligence—his speed something of a slow figure eight that wringsthe first dregs of pleasure from my body. I’m so sensitive that he’ll barely have to do anything to make me come.
When he licks a particularly stimulating stripe, my hand impulsively anchors itself in his hair, tugging so hard that I’m afraid I’ve cricked his neck.
“Faster,” I order, nails scratching against his scalp, my legs a wobbling mess that directly translates to the orgasmic high floating around in my body.
Knox doesn’t need to be told twice. His tongue becomes a weapon, swishing to the farthest corners and mixing a crude combination of cum and saliva with each unforgiving torque. Every stroke is well-practiced, and I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but Knox is right: he knows my body better than anyone else. There’s not a lot of trial and error—the efficiency is perfect, the vigor has my eyes rolling into the back of my head, and his concerning needlessness to breathe all work in tandem to push me toward that precipice.
Sweat begins to drip down my temples as my vision winks in and out of focus, and the walls around us swallow all sound from the outside world, seeming to expand in tune with my lungs like we’re both struggling for oxygen. Everything is hazy. My brain is on low battery.
Knox tests the limits of my sanity by nosing the hood of my clit and retracting just enough to gently nip at my slick folds. If I didn’t realize it yet, I realize it now: pain and pleasure are a part of the same family tree. I’m caught in the blast radius of a shudder, my knees shaking uncontrollably, my tongue so dry that it’s an effort to produce saliva.
“Ithurts, Knox,” I whine, tears clouding my eyes, a constant pulse in my groin unsatisfied by the lull in his pace.
He lifts his head up to address me, my arousal glistening on his mouth and glazing his chin. “I know, baby. You’re almost there. You’ve been such a good girl for me, taking me without any trouble. Making the most beautiful mess all over my face.And you tasteso fucking good. Need to wear you like you’re my new favorite cologne. Need everyone to know that my girl has the best pussy in Minnesota.”
When he dives back in after admiring his handiwork, a few consecutive swipes are really all it takes for me to shatter like clay in a too-wet kiln. The flicks of his tongue and the slurping noise that pervades the space compel my thighs to squeeze his head tighter. I bite down on my tongue until a miasma of iron infiltrates my senses.
Through the dopamine fog, concern makes a brief stopover. “Are my thighs crushing you? Am I hurting you?”
Knox pulls back to talk. “Ace, you’re gonna have to squeezea lotharder than that to do any damage. But fuck, go ahead. Death by thighs is the only way I want to go.”
I trap a moan between my teeth as our work-life balance finally crumbles from the weight of our sexual tension, and Knox gorges with the gracelessness of an addict relapsing. Feverish. Primal. Messy.
And then he does something downright diabolical—he takes one of his hands and presses down on my belly.
“Oh, fuck. Knox! Oh, God. I can’t?—”
“I’m right here. You can let go, Staten. I’ll catch you. I’ll always catch you.”
Now, with my legs butting up against his skull and halfway to fulfilling his death wish, the floodgates inside of me open, unleashing a deluge of cum that sloshes straight into his mouth without warning. The sensation feels endless—a geyser of warmth that exits my kiss-bruised cunt and deposits me into a period of stillness usually reserved for the aftermath of a draining all-nighter. My limbs go limp, paresthesia consuming the tips of my toes.
Gluttony really is one of the seven sins.
Knox swallows everything I have to give, looking more than pleased with himself as he lounges on his side and props hishead up with his arm. He rubs his stomach. “See? Told you I was hungry.”
