My palms squeeze her ass, pulling her farther into me, and her legs butterfly open, falling out of the sharp points I’d placed her in on her toes and wrapping around my shoulders. I flick my tongue against her clit until she is begging, screaming, for more, and then I suck, lick, and tease her the way I know she likes it, constant and rhythmic, the same way my fingers play with my strings.
And when she is writhing beneath me, her fingers tearing at the strands of my hair aggressively, I lay the thick part of my tongue at her entrance, licking upward. Her sweetness is all over my tongue, and when I lock my mouth back over her clit, I push two fingers into her dripping heat.
“Harlen,” she moans loudly. Her walls clamp around me, and when she starts to rotate her hips, my tongue still circling her clit, my fingers driving into her deeper, she is quickly convulsing around me, screaming as her orgasm tears through her so fucking beautifully.
It has my dick throbbing, blood rushing down my body and pulsing through my length.
Cherry crunches her core muscles, pulling herself upward until her legs slip off the stage, falling on either side of me. Her quivering fingers are urgent when they find their place at the hem of my t-shirt, guiding the cotton over my head and throwing it to the side with her panties. Then her hands are on my chest, and she’s shoving me backward with more force than I’d expected. A shiver tingles down my spine when she slides off the stage and instantly drops to her bare knees.
She’s always been a girl who knows what she wants.I’ll never forget the day she literally placed my hand in her panties at the table on the deck back at the lake house when Chase and fucking Rusty were seated right in front of us, begging me to play with her.
Her cherry painted nails claw over the skin at my abdomen when she drags them down over the sharp planes of muscle, reaching for the top of my jeans. She tilts her chin upward slightly, her fingers flirting with my belt before she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. She unbuckles it quickly, pulling me out and wrapping her fingers around my throbbing length.
Cherry shuffles on her knees, moving closer before peering up at me from beneath her devilish eyelashes. She grins, licking her swollen lips, and the subtle brush of her tongue feathers over the tip of my cock.
Goosebumps erupt across every inch of my skin.
“Cherry,” I warn, and she only smiles wider.
“Yes?”
She licks her lips again, rolling over my tip, and I’m instantly closing my eyes, groaning at the delicate sensation of her tongue. My hand curls into her cherry mane, gripping her as I state roughly, “Two seconds, and then you’re swallowing my cock.”
She flicks my head again with her tongue, asking for trouble, only this time her hot mouth wraps around me before I can do anything about it and her hand clenches at the bottom of my shaft as she swallows me down. My abs tighten, my head spinning when I throw it backward. She begins to deepthroat me and, fuck, the warmth of her, the fucking tightness, feels so goddamn good.
Her fingers dig into my skin, scratching their way over my thighs when she holds on to me like her life depends on it. Peeking up at me, I find her blue eyes rheumy, glittering from lack of oxygen as her hand pumps me at the base and shecontinues to bob up and down on my cock, fighting for her breath but not wanting to stop,for me.
My girl knows exactly what she’s doing. She takes care of me like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do.She’s a fucking force, one I knew would fuck me up.
Her throat somehow only becomes tighter, and my heart beats rapidly against my ribs, my dick growing harder by the minute as my eyeballs roll into the back of my head when she swallows around my cock, moaning. The reverb of the sound tingling across my thickness has me turning wild, and I tighten my grip in her hair.
I’m about to fucking come, and I haven’t even had her sweet pussy wrapped around my dick yet.
I wrench her off me and upward by the locks of hair wrapped like a fierce coil around my knuckles, then I’m hiking her off her feet by her ass and throwing her down on her back at the edge of the stage with a loud, resounding thud.
She squeals at the impact, and I know it was rough, maybe a little too forceful, only she grins, staring up at me with mischief in her icy eyes.
So fucked.
I sink my fingers into her hips, tugging her forward until her ass is only just hanging over the drop, and I waste no time lining myself up at her drenched center and pushing inside of her with one deep slam of my hips.
“Harlen!” she screams, her arm reaching for me as she gouges her nails right into my forearm, tearing through my skin savagely.
“Fuck,” I groan, her warmth wrapping tightly around my pulsing cock. “Fuck me dead, Cherry,” I almost yell.
My fingers pinch into her hips as I ride her pussy hard, circling into her deeply, and when she is writhing beneath me again, her walls clamping me like a fucking vise, I bring mythumb to her clit, leaning over slightly, my lips pressing against her collarbone, then her chin.
Her legs shake violently. “Oh god, Harlen, I’m…” She chokes on her words when a guttural scream tears out of her throat, her head slamming into the sparkling stage, back arching as she rides the rollercoaster of her second orgasm.
“That’s it, Cherry,” I growl when she finds my arm again, digging right through my flesh, and I fucking love every minute of it,how she’s so freely tearing me apart.
My cock thrashes inside of her when I beat my tip against her sweet spot, my thumb still dancing over her clit as I throb through the clenches of her fiery, dripping cunt.
I groan when my cock jerks, and as I meet the peak of my own release, she continues to convulse around me, riding the last of her own pleasure with mine.
I pull out gently, lift myself up onto the stage, falling onto my back right next to her. Cherry curls into my side and wraps her arm around my waist, pressing a kiss onto the side of my neck.
Goosebumps are fierce when they surface over my limbs. My sweaty hand brushes her arm, where I skate my fingers delicately over her skin as rivulets of my blood from the scratches she had carved, roll down over my wrist, transferring to hers.
