"Yes, yes, yes," she chants, her voice climbing higher with each word.
I can feel her getting close, her walls starting to flutter around my cock. My own release is building at the base of my spine, hot and insistent, but I want her to come first. Need to feel her fall apart on my cock before I let myself go.
I release her hair and reach around to find her clit, circling it with my fingers while I continue fucking her hard and deep. Her whole body tenses, every muscle going taut as a bowstring.
"Come for me," I order, my voice rough. "Come on my cock, Savannah. Let me feel it."
Her response is immediate and devastating. She screams my name as her orgasm crashes through her, her pussy clamping down on my cock so tight I almost lose control right then.
I keep fucking her through it, maintaining that punishing rhythm even as her legs shake and her arms threaten to give out. Every thrust pulls another cry from her lips, another flutter of her walls around me. Her whole body is tremblingnow, overwhelmed by sensation, caught in that beautiful space between pleasure and too much.
"That's it," I rasp, my voice barely recognizable. "Give me everything."
She does. Wave after wave of her climax rolls through her, each one making her clench around me, making her gasp my name like I'm the only thing keeping her tethered to earth. I don't let up, don't slow down, fucking her through every aftershock until she's gasping and trembling beneath me, completely wrecked.
I’m wrecked too. And I want to blow inside her.
But not in her pussy.
I pull out fast, my cock slick and throbbing. The cool air hits me like a shock after the wet heat of her pussy. I'm so close to coming I can barely think straight, but I want this—need this—her mouth on me when I finally let go.
I grab a fistful of her hair, not gentle, and guide her around to face me. My cock bobs between us, angry red and dripping with her wetness.
Savannah looks up at me—those blue eyes wide with surprise at the sudden movement. Her lips are parted, breath coming fast. Sweat gleams on her skin, her hair a tangled mess from my hands. She's never looked more beautiful.
For a moment, I wonder if she'll object. If this is too much, too dirty, even for us.
But then she smiles, slow and wicked, and her hands come up to grip my cock tight. Both of them wrapped around me, squeezing.
"That's it," I tell her, my voice barely more than a growl. "Take my dick. Rip me apart. Put my come wherever you want it."
She doesn't hesitate. Her tongue darts out, licking the head of my cock, tasting herself on me. The sensation nearly buckles myknees. I tighten my grip in her hair, using it to steady myself as much as to control her.
"Fuck," I breathe, watching her pink tongue swirl around the tip, lapping up the precum that's been leaking since I pulled out of her.
She looks up at me while she does it, holding my gaze with those innocent-looking eyes that are anything but. Then she opens her mouth wider and takes me inside. Just the head at first, her lips forming a perfect seal around me as she sucks.
My vision goes hazy at the edges. The wet heat of her mouth, the gentle scrape of her teeth, the way her tongue works the underside of my cock—it's almost too much to handle after fucking her so hard. I'm already so close, wound so tight, that I know this won't last long.
"More," I rasp, my hand in her hair urging her forward. "Take more of me."
Savannah complies, sliding down my length inch by inch. I watch my cock disappear between those perfect lips, watch her throat work as she takes me deeper. When she gags slightly, I feel it all along my shaft—a flutter, a squeeze that makes my balls draw up tight.
"That's my good girl," I murmur, fightin’ to keep my eyes open, to watch every second of this. "Taking that cock so well. So fucking perfect."
She moans around me, the vibration traveling straight through my body. Her hands move to my hips, gripping tight as she starts to bob her head, creating a rhythm that's going to destroy me. Slow at first, then faster, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder.
I let her set the pace for a minute, just savorin’ the sight of the Little Ashby Princess on her knees in front of me, my cock buried in her throat. But then the need to take control, to claim her completely, overwhelms me.
I tighten my grip in her hair and start to move her head myself, fuckin’ her mouth with shallow thrusts at first. Testin’. She relaxes her jaw, opens wider, lets me use her however I want. The trust in that gesture, the complete surrender, makes something fierce and possessive roar to life in my chest.
"Fuck, Savannah," I groan, my hips snapping forward harder now. "Your mouth feels so goddamn good. So wet and perfect wrapped around my cock."
Tears form at the corners of her eyes from the effort, from taking me so deep, but she doesn't pull away. Doesn't even slow down. Just keeps looking up at me with those watery blue eyes, letting me see exactly what I'm doing to her.
The pressure at the base of my spine builds to a breaking point. My thrusts become erratic, desperate. I can feel my release coming, inevitable and powerful, building like a wave about to crash.
"I'm gonna come," I warn her, my voice rough and strained. "Gonna fill that pretty mouth with my cum. You want that? Want me to come down your throat?"
