"What do you need, little tigress? Tell me," I demand as I use one finger to torture her clit through the flimsy material.
Eyes closed, she releases a strangled moan as I let my finger slide lower and lower.
"Your mouth," she breathes out, her thighs tightening around me.
"My mouth," I continue to caress her with my finger, wanting to hear her ask for it. "Where do you want my mouth?"
"Right there," she mewls softly, grinding herself on me, "on my pussy."
I grip the band of her panties and pull outward, ripping the material off her, finally getting access to her pretty pussy.
Dipping one finger between her lips, I find her dripping and ready, her arousal clinging to my digit like sweet cream.
Seeing her all wet and ripe is enough to whet my already ravenous appetite. I wrap my mouth around her clit in an open-mouthed kiss, my tongue stroking it just how she likes. She starts writhing under me, and I give a long lick from her ass toher mound, using my tongue to probe at her entrance, teasing and nibbling until she's spasming, her thighs clenching around my head, her hands digging into my scalp.
To die worshiping her pussy might just be the best type of death.
"Enzo," she yelps, pulling my hair, her breath ragged as she reaches for that high. "I'm coming… I'm…" she trails off, her pussy flooding me with her juices, and I lap at her, drowning in her essence.
She's already limp, spent after her orgasm, as I lay a kiss on her pussy, slowly making my way up her stomach, her tits, and her neck before finally kissing her mouth.
With a roguish grin, she pushes at my shoulders, rolling with me until I'm on my back. Straddling me, she has a dangerous glint in her eyes as she takes the bottle of whiskey and pours it slowly on her chest, the amber liquid flowing in a hypnotizing river between the valley of her breasts. I rise, catching her by the waist and bringing her closer, my mouth open to imbibe her nectar.
Some drops of whiskey land on my wound, and the combination of pain and pleasure makes me hiss.
"The pain," she starts, letting the liquid drip on my stomach, "is for breaking my heart." Her voice is full and throaty, and no pain in the world would stop my cock from hardening at just that sound.
Putting the bottle next to me, she pushes me to the ground before lapping at the drops of whiskey with her tongue.
She moves lower until she reaches my pants. Raising her head slightly, she looks me in the eye, the question unspoken.
Thoughtful little tigress.
She must have understood why I'd always avoided this particular act, but ever since I dumped my mother at the bottom of the Hudson, I've started to realize Icould, in fact, put the past behind me.
"No teeth this time," I tell her, my voice gruff, my hard cock already straining against the zipper.
She giggles softly, shaking her head.
"Only pleasure this time"—her cheek is right over my bulge as she traces the contour of my dick with her mouth half-open—"for putting my heart back together."
Her nimble fingers are quick to work the fly, lowering it until she makes contact with my hot flesh. She releases a soft gasp as she tries to wrap her small hand around me, her fingers not quite meeting as she strokes me up and down.
I breathe out harshly, my eyes closed as I focus on her innocent touch.
"Tigress," I groan as her fingers brush the underside, her thumb on the head of my cock, swiping the moisture and using it as lubricant. "You're killing me." I can barely speak as she brings her hand down to my base before dragging it up again.
"I love your cock," she whispers, tilting her head to give me a tentative lick, tasting the beads of precum leaking from the tip. She gives it a kiss before blowing on it, making the hairs on my body stand up, my balls aching with anticipation.
"I'll never harm it again. Promise." She gives me an impish smile, and then her mouth is on me, open and inviting as she wraps her lips around the head, sucking me in.
"Fuck," I gasp, and she knows she has me at her mercy. She gives me a slow lick from base to tip, all the while looking at me with a devious spark in her eyes.
"What are you doing to me, little tigress?" I barely force the words out as she takes me deeper, her warm mouth enveloping my length until the head of my cock hits the back of her throat. Her hands gently massage my balls, her touch as effective as dynamite.
"Fucking hell," I hiss, hands in her hair as I thrust into her mouth, my muscles strained, the pleasure too intense.
"You like my cock down your throat, don't you, my naughty little tigress?" I rasp as she swirls her tongue right under the tip.
