Faced with perfection, it’s beyond my understanding how I could even withstand this goddess for so long. Because having her naked in front of me, I sure as fuck can’t anymore and will never be able to.
The gentleman in me quits.
He never stood a chance.
I drop to my knees and breathe in the sweetest pussy, causing instant thirst. Flattening my tongue, I slide the tip over her slit, eliciting a tremor. She has such a perfect pussy, pink and with the cutest little clit enticing me for a bite.
I can’t abstain, wrapping my teeth around the bundle of nerves, drawing a moan out of her before I lick her pussy, never breaking eye contact and nibbling along her thigh.
Her eyes shine so brightly, the desire unmistakable.
I crave her fall into bliss, so I can catch her.
“Tristan, don’t be cruel,” she pleads, undoing me like my plan to make her lose her mind first.
Fuck it. I am done, needing her before I die of pent-up desire.
I eat her out, lapping at her folds like she’s a fountain of life, the sounds rumbling in my throat emphasizing the sheer delight overcoming me.
“You taste so fucking good, baby. Jesus Christ, I could eat you all the damn time and not have enough,” I say, burying my head between her thighs, feasting on her pussy like it’s my last meal.
She digs her fingers in my scalp as if to hold on, and I lift her leg, angling it over my shoulder for better access, desperate for another taste, ravenous for her.
Moans and groans collide in a carnal symphony, her pussy squelching for me, creating greedy little noises, becoming my new favorite melody.
I drink her juices like my survival depends on it, and she regales me with the sweetest sounds of surrender.
Her head flies back, crying out her pleasure while my fingers dig into her thighs, marking her with my desire.
I don’t stop until she’s a whimpering, trembling mess, my name rolling out of her mouth with pure ecstasy.
I want her high on me, craving me like I do her, tongue spearing into her pussy, fucking her with reckless abandon.
Her juices flow in a rivulet coating my chin, and accompanied by her soft whimpers, she’s a tight wire ready to snap.
One lick later, my name rips out of her throat as she shatters for me.
“Just like that, baby, feed me the mess I made of your pussy.” I pepper kisses on her folds and then her inner thighs, waiting for her body to get the shaking back under control. “I have you.”
Standing up, I stretch my palm out, pushing her toward the bed. She falls onto the silk sheets, a doll embracing her fate of being a good fucking girl for me—mindless and high on me.
On her forearms, she watches me rip off my clothes.
The image of her lying in my bed and ready to be fucked sends a rush of lust through me that has my cock so hard I might nail her to the bed.
I pump my cock up and down to gather some control, afraid I will break her.
She bites her lip, and that single gesture snaps my patience. Passion drives me, and I climb into bed, settling myself between her legs.
Guiding myself to her entrance, I contemplate the tight pussy I am going to destroy.
There’s no point in apologizing. She’s mine to break and shape her to my cock and no one else’s. In one thrust, I drive myself to the hilt inside her, sheathing myself in her hot core.
She cries out, her arms flying around my neck. Her head falls back, giving me access to her neck, trusting me to ease the ache. I nibble on her delicate skin, needing to have more than my cock inside of her, but my hands and mouth too.
“You feel so good, baby. I can’t help myself.”
Her breath hitches. “I feel you in my cervix.”
