My fingers dig into her hips, “Don’t ask me if I can breathe. Fucking sit on me, Rosalie.” I slam her back down on my mouth, causing her to cry out as my nose brushes roughly against her clit. I situate her over my mouth, erotically tortured by the lack of oxygen and her taste on my tongue. If I die here, I’ll gladly go knowing I was buried in her pussy.
She wants to fight against me, her better judgment telling her that I can’t get any air from this position, but as Icircle her clit like she begged earlier, it all leeches from her. She moans from above, rocking her hips in a steady motion as she fucks my face with abandon. Her juices coat my chin, and my cock pulses in time with every swipe of her folds across my mouth.
She’s divine.
I’m so lost in her that I almost miss my chance to take her orgasm away for a second time. It isn’t until I register her quick rasps that I lift her off of me, and she nearly tips over that peak.
“Seriously?!” She shouts, grabbing my hair before pulling a handful painfully. “What are you doing? I was so close!”
“Hmm,” I hum from below her. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
She lets out an ear-piercing sound, tugging on my hair. “Stop doing that!”
“No,” I rebut before lowering her back down to my face.
Every time she gets close, that tether threatening to fray and snap, I yank her away, much to her chagrin. She attempts to use my hair to control me, but she’s no match for my strength. As I hold her at arm's length for the fourth time, I get a good look at the mess I’ve made of her.
Her dark hair sticks to her sweat-glistened temples as she pants above me. Her chest rises and falls heavily, portraying how tired she is as her thighs shake around my head. She sucks in a ragged breath as her first tear falls, and it’s like sweet glory to see her so vulnerable and desperate.
“Oh, Thorn,” I croon. “Are you crying for me, pretty girl?”
Those emerald eyes, glassy with her wanton need, shift down to me. Her bottom lip wobbles. “Please, Kiaro…”
Hearing my name as a plea on her lips does something primal to me. My own resolve snaps fiercely as I yank her down onto me and give her what she wants.
It only takes a few passes of my tongue before she explodes. She throws her head back in ecstasy, her mellifluousvoice reduced to a pathetic, choked sob as she soaks my chin with her release. I lap up every drop, slowing in my desire as she becomes oversensitive and soft.
“I…I hate you…” She gasps.
“No, you don’t,” I counter. “We aren’t done yet either.”
Her head whips down to me, fear taking up the forefront of her face. “W-what?”
I rub my hands over her hips, massaging her flesh as I nip at her inner thigh where Maddox left nice little welts. “It’s my turn, baby.”
I slide her back until she’s sitting on my lap, and rise to meet her lips in a heated kiss. She moans into my mouth, tasting her heady arousal on my tongue.
When I pull back, I rest my forehead on hers before cupping her cheeks in my hands. “There’s something I want you to do…”
She looks into my eyes. “What is it?”
I smirk before wrapping an arm around her waist and hoisting us up. She gasps before clinging to me, and her legs wrap around my hips as I walk us over to one of the lounge chairs. I ease her back onto her feet before pointing to the ground. “On your knees, Thorn.”
Disobedience shines bright in her irises as she shifts. “And what if I don’t want to?”
I tilt my head tauntingly as I run my fingers through her hair before fisting it and pulling her to me. “I’m not as nice as Maddox, pretty girl. Don’t make me say it again.On. Your. Knees.”
She looks up at me through her lashes before slowly lowering herself to the ground. When she sits back on her thighs, I sink down onto the chair and crook a finger at her. “Come closer. Between my legs.”
She shifts forward until I’m pleased, and I unbutton my jeans. She watches my hands with hunger gleaming in her as I free myself and give my cock one long stroke. Her eyes saucer before she attempts to pull back, and I snatch her hair again. “What’s wrong, Thorn? I’m sure it’ll fit. Maddox warmed you up for me after all.”
She’s stuck, staring at my member like it’s a snake rather than a dick. Her shock is adorable, and I know she can handle me.
“How am I supposed to fit that in my mouth?” She trails.
I chuckle, stroking myself as she watches. “Oh, I don’t want your mouth…”
That’s a lie.
