His fingers dug in again, stopping me. “Turn around.”
He helped me move so I was facing his feet with my legs straddling his face. The tip of his nose swiped along my crack, and his hands split my cheeks. My legs started trembling, and anticipation tightened my stomach.
Instead of his tongue swiping my hole, his teeth nipped at my cheek. “Lean over. Fill your mouth.”
My eyes flew to the dick standing up off his body, the tip glistening already. His hand spread over the small of my back and pushed. I bent at the waist and wrapped my lips around his head.
“Good boy,” he praised, hand leaving my back to once again part my cheeks. “I’m going to fill you up on both ends. Make you so full of me you won’t be able to think.”
His finger brushed over my hole, and I trembled. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I held it tight while licking over the slit and then around the glans. His powerful thighs flexed, and I stared at the dark tattoo on his leg while sinking completely.
He thrust up at the same time, forcing himself deeper and making my throat burn. He gave a few shallow thrusts, and mydrool ran down his shaft, gathering at the base. I gathered it on my fingers and rubbed it around his balls, dragging it over his taint.
His tongue traced my hole, and I jerked forward at the sensation. He caught my hips and pulled me back, forcing me right onto his face, and started to feast. I pulled off his rod, crying out as he devoured me, and then dove back on to settle into a slow up-and-down rhythm.
The sound of spitting and slurping filled the room. His dick was so hard I could feel the vein running along the side, and I traced it with my tongue. Wetting my fingers again, I got brave and slid down to his hole to circle the tight ring.
He let out a hum of approval before sliding his thick finger into my body. I kept my finger pressed against his hole while working his dick until another finger joined the first and my efforts were derailed by pleasure. Gasping, I popped off his cock and laid my cheek against his thigh.
“Keep your mouth full, baby doll,” he instructed, stilling his fingers until I had him in my mouth once more.
I held him there, enjoying the weight and warmth on my tongue while he thrust his fingers inside me, then added his tongue. Eyes rolling back in my head, I swallowed around him and hummed as pleasure pummeled me. The feeling of fullness, of being wanted and used so fully, was unlike anything else. He tried to pull back, but I protested by sinking until my face was buried in his scrotum.
He sucked the underside of my balls, then plunged his tongue inside my hole so deep his beard scraped my sensitive flesh. I started purring, my throat working around him as my eyes glazed over.
And then his fingers caught on my rim, spreading it wider and making me cry out. I rocked against him, the friction onmy dick so fucking good. Tension built inside me until my movements were sloppy and desperate.
Two fingers plunged into my body and pressed against my prostate. The orgasm slammed into me, my body jerking with every spurt of my dick. It went on and on as Kieran massaged that spot, milking it for all it was worth until I pulled off his dick and collapsed against his thigh.
Reaching between us, he swiped up my cum and then moved so I was facedown on the bed and he was over me.
“Can you take more?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He pushed my legs wide and got between them, smearing my release on him as lube. Holding my hips, he plunged in with no hesitation. I cried his name, and he set a pace that had our skin slapping and my hole burning.
I lay there in utter bliss as he used me, listening to his grunts and moans.
Too soon, his hips stuttered and his body bucked, forcing me up the mattress as he came with a shout. My hole clenched around his pulsing dick, milking him the way he’d milked me.
He collapsed over me, his considerable weight mashing me into the bed. I loved it, so when he went to roll away, I grabbed his arm and asked him to stay.
He settled, leaving his dick buried inside me, and I laced our fingers, studying the size difference as we lay there in quiet satisfaction.
“I love you,” he said after a while.
“I love you back.”
I felt him smile, and it triggered my own.
“Feel better?” he murmured.
“Mm,” I agreed. “I needed that.”
He pulled out and dropped beside me, concern filling his face. “Did something happen?”
“I’m fine,” I said, and the answer seemed to have the opposite effect because those eyes shifted into something much colder.
