I like him sweet and I like him rough. Tonight, he’s giving me both.
I steady myself on his thigh as he sloppily fucks my face, my other hand cradling and massaging his balls. He drives his dick down my throat again and again. I blush at the dirty, wet noises coming from my lips as I let him use me. My pussy aches with need and I soaked through my panties minutes ago.
His thrusts speed up, his cock swelling. A muted shout breaks from his chest as his knees buckle and he barelyholds himself upright against the wall, hips pumping erratically.
A torrent of hot liquid floods my throat. It’s so much I’m struggling to swallow it all.
Rust’s voice comes out broken by lust. “Don’t spill any. If you do well, I might let you come, too.”
I swallow his cum like my life depends on it. It might as well, cause I’m going to implode if I don’t get to orgasm soon.
Rust withdraws, breathing heavily. “Show me that you’ve swallowed it all.”
I smirk proudly, opening my mouth.
He presses his thumb onto my tongue and fire spreads across my face. What a simple, yet intimately possessive, dominant gesture.
“Atta girl. You’re such a good little cumslut,” he drawls.
He helps me to my feet and kisses me deeply. I expect him to zip up and get the hell out, but he pushes me toward the counter with the sink. He lifts me around the waist, sitting me down on the edge.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he hikes up my skirt to my hips.
He tugs off my panties over my boots and exposes my drenched pussy. Then, with a devilish grin, he spreads my thighs and sinks to his knees, guiding one of my legs over his shoulder.
“I’m fucking starving and I ain’t leavin’ this bathroom until I’ve devoured the five-star meal between your thighs.”
32
TALLY
“It’sunfair how pretty every part of you is. This beautiful cunt is bound to make any red-blooded man lose his damn mind.” Rust’s calloused fingers part my sex and his hot breath on my slick lower lips has me shivering. He taps my clit and I let out a whine.
“Who owns this pussy?” he asks.
“You, Rust. My pussy belongs to you.”
“Again,” he growls.
“I’m only yours! Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”
“That’s right. Because you…”His lips clamp around my clit.“Are.”His tongue flicks.“Still.”He sucks on the sensitive nub.“My.”A gentle scrape of his teeth.“Wife.”
My back arches. I’m crazy with desire, driven so mad I don’t mind his possessiveness. It only stokes the fire of my lust. Desperate, I dig one hand into his shoulder, the other slipping under my shirt to twist my nipple. I leverage my position above him to grind my center against his face.
He looks up, my wetness glistening on his lips. “That’s it, Trouble. Use me. Ride my mustache like a good girl.”
A shudder ripples along my spine. Fuck, a man who likes to give pleasure as much as he enjoys receiving it is such a massive turn on.
His fingers press hard into my thighs as he pulls my pussy tighter against his mouth, licking in long strokes along my slit and sucking on my clit.
Unlike other men who have eaten me out and acted like it was a sacrifice, Rust isn’t in a hurry. And from his hand sneaking to his cock, giving himself a tug as he hardens again, I think he loves this almost as much as I do.
His fingers stretch my entrance, scissoring before he’s knuckle deep inside me. He knows exactly what I need, how I need it and when I need it.
His digits curl against my g-spot and I combust. I slap a hand on my lips, muffling my cries as my insides coil with pleasure bordering on pain. My thighs tremble and I buck against his mouth, gushing my release. He drinks every drop like a man dying of thirst.
Rust waits for my thunderous orgasm to ebb before rising to his feet. ”Delicious,” he mutters, licking his lips. He strokes his proudly standing cock, regarding me with a wide smirk. “I hope you didn’t think I was done with you.”
