"Syx! Oh God!" My hips bucked against his face, but he held me down, tightening his grip, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
He pulled back just enough to speak, with his lips glistening and creamy juices in the corner of his mouth, heightening my arousal. "You taste so fucking good, baby. I could eat this sweet ass pussy all day."
Then he was back at it, his tongue dived inside my pussy hole, opening my legs wider, with his nose pressed against my clit. I could feel the scrape of his beard against my asshole, adding another layer of sensation that had me trembling.
"Please—" I didn't even know what I was begging for.
He answered by replacing his tongue with sliding two slick fingers inside of me and curling them up to hit that spot that made my vision blur again. My pussy clenched around him. Wet and desperate, he groaned again, the sound muffled against my clit.
"So fucking wet," he muttered, pumping his fingers in and out, the wet squelch of it filling the room. "You hear that, Nyne? You hear how wet this pussy is for me?"
I couldn't answer and I could barely breathe. My thighs were shaking and my toes were curling so hard that they were starting to crackle and pop. He added a third finger, stretching me and filling me up. I was crying louder and raking my nails against his scalp. But he didn't slow down. Instead, he went harder, pumping his fingers in and out, then placed his tongue back on my pussy and worked my clit in tight, relentless circles.
"Syx, I can't—I'm gonna cum?—"
"Not yet, bae," he said, pulling his mouth away, but his fingers still moved in and out of me. "You don't get to cum yet."
"Fuck you," I gasped, but he just smirked as his free hand slid down to my asshole where he pressed his thumb inside until my asshole gripped his thumb. The juices flowed from my pussy, swarmed past my ass, making it slick.
My whole body tensed. "Wait?—"
"Relax," he uttered, his voice low and soothing even as his thumb pressed harder, circling the tight ring of muscle. "You trust me?"
He knew the answer to that, so I didn't respond. Of course my body trusted him. Syx was working me out, slipping his thumb in and out of me, while fingering my pussy and sucking on my clit. That nigga had mastered the art of multitasking and the thought of him doing this to another woman had jealousy seething through me.
"Good girl," he murmured, and then his mouth was back on my clit, fingers still fucking my pussy, and his thumb pressing deep into my ass. I felt split and exposed at his mercy and I fucking loved it.
"Ooooh fuck, Syx, please?—"
He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and before I could protest, he spread my ass cheeks, removed his thumb, and dragged his tongue around my moist center, circling it around my asshole, teasing it.
"Syx," I yelped, my whole body jerked, but he held me still and kept pressing his tongue against my tight ass, licking and spitting on it, panting in between as I writhed beneath him.
"Relax, baby," he spoke again, fucking my ass with the same intensity he'd fucked my pussy with.
I couldn't process this shit, but the feel of his heated tongue felt good and even in the midst of this shit feeling wrong, somehow his nasty ass had me feeling right.
"You like that?" he asked, pulling back just enough to speak. "You like when I eat this pretty ass, don't 'chu?"
"Yes, oooh, fuck, yes!"
He chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied, and then he was back at it, his tongue working my forbidden hole open, then his fingers found my clit, rubbing tight circles that had me seeing stars. I was so close to cumming. My whole body was tremblingand my breathing was coming in short gasps as my pussy clenched around nothing, but aching to be filled.
"Syx, please, I need you to?—"
He pulled away again, and I whimpered at the loss, but he climbed on top of me, his hands gripped the hem of my sports bra, yanking it over my head, causing my breasts to spill free, making him groan at the sight. Slowly, his mouth descended on one nipple, sucking hard.
"Fuuuuuck!" I cried out, my back arching and my hands fisting his shirt.
He bit down, his teeth scraped against the sensitive peak before soothing it with his tongue. Then he moved to the other one, giving it the same treatment, sucking hard and biting until I was yelping out in moans, talking all over the place beneath him.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he uttered against my skin. His hands kneaded my breasts, and he flicked my nipples with his thumb. "You're so fucking perfect, Nyne. And you're mine. You hear me, baby? You're mine."
"Syx—"
“Say it," he demanded, his teeth grazed over my nipple again. "I need to hear you say it."
"I'm yours," I gasped, and it was the truth. I knew better than this, but my heart and my body were speaking two different languages.
