I inserted my thumb into her soaking wet entrance as my tongue flattened against her clit. Her hips rose clear off the bed, rocking and seeking what she so desperately wanted. What she so desperately deserved. I was more than willing to be her vehicle. To be the man who made her cum so hard that she forgot all about the spineless jellyfish she almost hitched her ride to.
And as her walls clamped around my thumb, I growled into that delicious cunt of hers.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Dutch. Oh, my God,” she squeaked.
I hummed against her swollen mound as I held it between my teeth. Her hips were clear off the bed, and I watched as her skin flushed the most beautiful shade of red I’d ever seen in my life. I’d never once been a fan of the color. It was much too harsh, and it stood out in a crowd.
But on her, it was a delicacy to behold.
“That’s it,” I murmured as her hips dropped back down to the bed.
She tossed her arm over her eyes. “Jesus. You guys are just—you’re—I—.”
I teased her ass crack with middle finger. “Having fun?”
She sucked air through her teeth. “Mmm, yeah.”
I grinned. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Her juices followed my touch, dripping along her skin as it poured from her entrance. She drenched my hand, filling the room with her scent as she twisted her hands into the sheets beneath us. My cock bulged against the zipper of my jeans. I wanted nothing more than to fill that throat of hers until I poured my mark into her stomach.
But, I wanted to watch her cum for me one last time.
“Dutch, I-I-I—I’ve never—.”
“Don’t worry,” I coaxed as my middle finger breached her asshole, “I’ll go slowly.
“Oooooh, fuuuuuck,” she groaned as her hips arched into the air. “So full. So full. So full.”
I chuckled as I nuzzled her pussy lips back open for me. “Hang on, lucky girl.”
Her hands darted their way back into my hair as I dove in for seconds. I lapped her up, drinking every drop of arousal she offered me as the bed bucked with our movements. She clamped her thick thighs around my face, damn near drowning me in her center. And fucking hell, had that been the way the world ushered me out, I would have died a happy man.
“Dutch! Yes!” she cried out.
Her asshole opened for me like a morning rosebud, sucking the rest of my finger down. I filled her, both of her holes, as I ground my clothed dick against the mattress beneath us. She lost all control of her body. All sense of direction as my tongue sought out that swollen nub of hers. And the second I found it, I sucked it between my lips and refused to let go.
“Dutch. Dutch. Dutch. Ooooh, my God. Please. I need to cum. I wanna cum. Please, let me cum.”
Her words swirled around my head, holding me captive as the zipper of my pants slowly worked itself downward. Her walls collapsed around my thumb. Her asshole clenched around my middle finger. Her juices dripped down my chin, soaking my neck as she marked me as her own.
I would have gladly taken up position next to her, too.
She was a vibrant woman, full of mystery and intelligence.
“Mmm, you taste outstanding,” I growled.
“Dut—ch.”
She choked out my name and that was all it took. I flattened my tongue against her clit as I buried my face between her thickness, and her body unleashed. Juices flooded my face. She soaked my mouth, pouring down the back of my throat as I swallowed as much as I could. I pumped my fingers, working her through the orgasm that crashed so hard over her body she damn near choked off my airspace.
I didn’t care, though.
All I cared about was the fact that she was no longer crying.
“Oh, fuck,” she said breathlessly as her body collapsed to the bed.
Her legs fell away from my face, freeing me as I came up for air. I eased my fingers out of her precious little holes, wiping them aimlessly on the sheet beneath us. And as I sat up onto my haunches, still perched between her legs, I watched her reddened face pop up from her downed position.
