I want her everywhere, all at once. I want to bury myself in all of her holes, fuck her until she's a sobbing mess beneath me. And I will.
But first, I want to watch her fall apart on her own.
I want her to chase her own orgasm, fucking herself to her heart's content. I want to watch her face as she shatters, like I did in her hotel room when I made her fall apart the first time. That face has been branded on the backs of my eyelids ever since.
"Tobias," she whimpers, and my balls clench. I refuse to come, not until she's completely and thoroughly spent, until she comes so many times she loses count. But if she keeps saying my name like that, it's gonna be hard not to.
I massage her tits, tweaking her nipples until she throws her head back and moans. She rocks her hipsfaster, her nails digging into my shoulders, but I barely feel it. I’m too distracted, too completely entranced by the delicious noises she’s making. Her pussy squeezes me as I kiss my way around her throat.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart,” I encourage, my voice vibrating against her skin. I could inflate my spur to tease her clit, but I'm enjoying the show too much to interrupt. “I want to see you come.”
I know she wants to argue—I swear she gets off on it—but she grips my shoulder extra tight with one hand and reaches for her clit with the other.
"Fuck," she pants as her fingers go to work, and I paint a lick along her throat. I rock my hips up faster, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin filling the bus as her breaths grow more frantic. "I'm so close. So?—"
I fist my hand into her hair and drag her down to bury my face in the crook of her neck. I bite and nip at her skin, her shoulder, rocking up to meet each buck of her hips. In seconds, she's crying out my name as her pussy tightens like a vise around my cock.
It takes every ounce of my self-restraint not to spill my load in her right then, but I'm far from done with her.
She stills against me, my cock still buried inside her as her walls flutter around me, and tries to catch her breath. Her cheeks are pink, and a sheen of sweat makes her skin glisten.
Fuck, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
"Good girl.” I brush my lips along her jaw, running my hands down her back and over her ass.
"Fuck you," she bites out breathlessly, and I chuckle.
"Oh, we're just getting started." I grab her by the hipsagain and guide her off my still-hard cock, but I don't let her go. Instead, I push myself off the couch, and laugh when she frantically throws her arms around me.
"Put me down!" she squeaks, wiggling her legs to get out of my hold, but I ignore her and head for the bedroom. When we reach my bed, I oblige and set her down on the edge of it. She stares up at me like I just grew a second head. “You make that look so easy.”
“Carrying you?” I blink, confused. “That's because it is. Now, lie back.”
I strip off my shirt and toss it to the floor, kicking out of my pants right after. Rather than do as she's told, Joseline furrows her brows and watches me strip.
“Like the view?” I smirk, moving to stand right in front of her.
“It's alright. Nothing to write home about.”
I catch her chin between my fingers and squeeze it affectionately. “You really hate how attracted you are to me, don't you?” I don't hide the grin tugging at my lips. “I can sense your arousal, sweetheart. You don't have to lie to me.”
Her expression doesn't change, but I can almost taste the desperate energy pouring off her in waves. “Then why do you bother asking?”
“Maybe I just want to hear you say it.” I let go of her chin and gently press on her shoulder until she lies back. "Now, spread your legs for me. I want to admire my food before I eat it.”
Pink explodes across her cheeks as she obeys, presenting herself to me, and I pause to take her in. My eyes roam over her tan skin, her perfect breasts, her softstomach, her thick thighs. Finally, they settle on the nearly-trimmed patch of black hair between her legs and her dripping entrance.
My cock weeps at the utter perfection splayed before me, and jealousy once again bleeds into my thoughts. I’m the only male who belongs between her legs. No one is deserving enough to see her, fuck her, like I do. Ever.
"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else." I drag my fingers along the inside of her thigh, watching goosebumps appear in their wake. “I'm going to worship you like only a demon can, and you'll never look twice at another human male.”
Her lips part, and I expect her to argue, but she doesn't have to. The lust pouring off her is answer enough.
My cock aches to feel her again, but I sink to my knees at the edge of the bed. I don't miss Joseline's sharp gasp as I press my lips to the heated skin of her inner thigh and kiss my way up to her pussy. A delicate moan crawls up her throat as I run my tongue along her slit, tasting her before sucking her clit into my mouth.
"Fuccckk," she groans, her hands finding my horns and tugging me against her. If anyone else touched them this way, I'd rip their hands off, but when Joseline does it, I can feel all the blood in my body rushing to my dick. I stroke my tongue back and forth over her swollen nub, and she rocks her hips against my face as I find a steady rhythm.
I take my time, my hands teasing over her skin as I feast on her. I’m mapping, exploring, cataloging every delicious noise she makes. A steady stream of pants andmoans hits my ears, and I shove two fingers into her dripping pussy, fucking them into her in time with my tongue.
