“Now I have you again. And you’re mine. And this time you’re not fucking going anywhere.”
“So what are you gonna do to me?” she asks, her words coming out on a single breath with a little whimper when she looks down at his leaking cock.
“Turn around,” he says simply, nodding towards the wall.
She complies immediately, turning to face the wall with hands firmly planted against it.
She jumps slightly when she feels his large hands on her hips and he gently coaxes her backwards so that her back is arched and ass is out, and he kicks her feet apart, rendering her open, exposed, and vulnerable to him.
“What am I going to do to you?” he repeats her question in a low hum that she feels deep in her bones.
He drops slowly to kneel behind her, his hands on each ass cheek, gently spreading her open, and she moans loudly when she feels his tongue swipe at her opening.
“I’m gonna start with my favorite thing – eating your pussy until you’re shaking…”
She starts grinding back against his face greedily and frantically, shuddering a heavy sigh when his tongue flicks across her swollen clit.
“And then…” he pulls back slightly, just enough for her to hear his words, but close enough that she can still feel his breath against her. “And then I’m going to fuck you against the wall until you’re begging me for mercy, baby.”
“Fuck, yes,” she whimpers, wiggling herself backwards trying to find his tongue again.
“I love it when you’re like this,” he says, diving back into her and hungrily licking up every inch of her. “So needy and desperate and so fucking wet.”
“You’re the only one who gets me like this,” Tessa says, her breathing accelerating as Tristan alternates between flicking his tongue and sucking her clit between his lips, and she can feel her orgasm barreling towards her at lightning speed.
“You make me feel…oh God…Trist…” she barely holds herself up through the orgasm ripping through her, feeling Tristan burying his face, essentially suffocating himself between her legs only heightening the sensation.
But he abruptly pulls away before she’s even fully recovered from the last wave of pleasure, and she gasps when she feels him grasp at the back of her neck with one hand and his other splays out against her hip.
“I make you feel what, Tessa?” he groans into her ear. “Say it.”
“You make me feel like…I can’t, Tristan…”
He notches himself at the still quivering opening of her pussy and teases the head against her, and she whimpers.
“Please…”
“Say the word, Tessa,” his fingers dig into her hips and she desperately tries to grind against him.
“But I don’t know what I’m trying to say…” she whines.
He suddenly pulls her against him, her back flush against his front, and he grips her chin to turn her face towards him, claiming her mouth in a messy kiss full of tongues and desperate moans as they both give into the almost unbearable desire flowing through their bodies.
“You’re a little slut for me, aren’t you baby?”
Her breath hitches and she nods rapidly, her pussy clenching violently at the word.
“Tristan, fuck me, please.”
“Not until you say it. Be my good little girl, Tess. Tell me how fuckingmineyou are.”
He slips two fingers into her mouth, his other hand firmly on her throat, and a pure lightning bolt of desire shoots through her body, and she can literally feel her wetness dripping out of her at this point.
“I get so desperate for your cock, Trist,” she whispers, and she feels him smiling against her neck. “I love being a slut for you. Only for you.”
“Only for me, baby.”
He pushes inside of her in one bursting motion, needing to get himself inside of her before he comes down her legs without even being inside of her.
