"Brynn—"
She wrapped her hand around him. Her fingers barely fit around his girth, and the sight of her small hand gripping his shaft made his balls tighten with need. She stroked once, slow, from base to tip, and her thumb swept through the precum beading at the slit.
"You're dripping," she murmured. "All this for me?"
"Every drop."
She lowered her mouth and licked him clean.
The sound that tore from his throat wasn't human. Her tongue swirled around the head, lapping up his precum, and she moaned at the taste. The vibration traveled down his shaft, and his hands fisted in the sheets.
"You taste good," she said, lips brushing his sensitive tip with every word. "Salt and power.”
Then she took him into her mouth.
Hot. So fucking hot, and wet, and tight. Her lips stretched around his girth, pink and swollen and obscene. She sank down slowly. Taking as much as she could. He felt himself hit the back of her throat and she gagged, pulled back, then tried again. Determined. Greedy.
"Fuck." His hand tangled in her hair, guiding but not forcing. "Your mouth. So hot. So fucking tight."
She found a rhythm. Bobbing her head, cheeks hollowing with every upstroke, tongue working the sensitive underside of his shaft. Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn't reach, twisting at the base, squeezing just right. The wet sounds filled the chamber—slurping, sucking, every sound proof of how she worked his cock like she was starving for it.
Spit dripped down his shaft, pooling at the base. She was messy. Enthusiastic. Fucking perfect.
"That's it," he groaned. "Take it. Take all of it."
She moaned around him, and the vibration made his hips buck. She gagged but didn't pull away. Just took him deeper, tears pricking the corners of her eyes from the effort, spit and precum smearing across her chin.
He looked down, watching his cock disappear between her swollen lips. Watching her cheeks bulge with his thickness. Her eyeswere half-lidded, glazed with lust, and when she looked up at him through her lashes, mouth stuffed full of his cock, tears streaking her face, looking utterly debauched, he nearly came right then.
"You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth," he rasped. "Stuffed full of me. Drooling all over my shaft." He wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "Is this what you imagined when you touched yourself? My cock stretching those pretty lips?"
She pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his tip. Her lips were swollen. Red. Slick with spit and precum.
"I imagined a lot of things." She licked the length of him, base to tip, tongue tracing the thick vein. "Your cock in my mouth." Another lick. "Your cock in my cunt." She sucked the head back in, swirling her tongue, then let it pop free. "Your cock in my ass."
His vision went white at the edges.
"Later," he growled, grabbing her. "I'll fuck every hole you have. But right now?—"
He flipped them.
Brynn
Her back hit the mattress,and then he was on top of her—between her thighs. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, nudging through her soaked folds.
She was drenched. Could feel her arousal coating his shaft as he rubbed against her, slicking them both up. Every drag of his cock through her slit made her whimper. The head caught on her clit and she gasped, hips jerking.
"Please," she begged. "Dante, please?—"
"Please what?" He positioned himself at her entrance but didn't push in. Just held there, the thick head stretching her opening, barely breaching her. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you inside me." She tried to roll her hips, to take him in, but his hands pinned her to the mattress. "I want you to fuck me. Please. I need it."
"Need what? Say it."
"Your cock." The words spilled out, shameless and desperate. "I need your cock inside me. Filling me up. I've been empty for so long. Please."
He pushed inside her.
