My body thrums with need as he gives me exactly what I want.
And my muscles fatigue as my orgasm builds and builds and builds with each and every press of his tongue.
He’s so good at this, a master, knowing exactly what I want and how I want it. I swear he can read my mind because when I want him to go faster, his tongue flicks rapidly against my clit. When I want him to slow down, his tongue flattens and takes long, languid strokes that drive me crazy with need.
“You’re so good,” I say just as he grunts, and I see him pull his cock out of his shorts. He starts stroking, so I quickly step away from him and turn around.
A look of irritation crosses his expression. “I’m not fucking done feasting. Bring your pussy back here.”
“My turn,” I say as I get down on my knees and move his hand away, replacing it with mine. I go to wrap my lips around his head, but he stops me. “What?” I ask, insecurity racing through me.
“No, Renley, I’m too close.”
“Already?”
He nods. “I swear to fuck, there’s something about you. I will come if you put your mouth on my cock, so bend over and give me that pussy again.”
Not listening, I tug on his shorts so they’re pulled all the way off.
“Renley…”
I stand up, straddle his legs, and then take his giant cock and place it at my entrance, only to slowly sink down on top of him.
“Fuuuuuck,” he drags out, his head momentarily falling back in pleasure. “Jesus Christ, I’m so close.” His hands move to my sides, and then one drives into my hair as his mouth finds mine.
His kisses are a drug; they put me in a state of confusion, uneasiness, and a mind-numbing, blackout pleasure that I’ve never experienced before. He’s able to control, manipulate, and possess me in a way that almost feels unnatural, but also feels so very right. Like this is what I’ve been missing my whole life.
I never want to let go of this feeling.
His tongue collides with mine while I move up and down on top of him, loving how I can feel all of him so deep inside me. It’s the best feeling, being this full, this desired.
“Shit, love,” he breathes heavily, placing his forehead against mine, staring down at our connection. “Not going to last.”
“Me neither,” I say.
“Want to go deeper.” He lifts us both up from the chair and lays me on the table, situates my ankles over his shoulders, and grips my hips before thrusting so deep that he hits me in a spot that makes my body tremble.
“Oh God,” I moan as he does it again and again and again. It’s the fourth thrust that has my stomach dropping and my orgasm tugging me right over the edge. “Oh fuck, Theo!” I yell, my body trembling around him.
“Jesus fuck,” he grunts just as he stills and pours into me. “Christ,” he huffs as he opens his eyes and stares down at me.
“What happened to eyes on me?” I ask.
He smirks and leans down to give me a kiss, only for a crack to sound through the kitchen, and before I know it, we’re both on the ground, a broken table beneath us.
“Shit,” he says, scrambling off me. “Are you okay?”
Chuckling, I nod. “I’m fine. Are you?”
“Yeah, I think so.” He looks me over. “Sure you’re okay?”
“I’m okay.” I glance from side to side. “You broke the table.”
“No, you did.”
My mouth falls open in mirth. “Uh, you were the one thrusting.”
“Yeah, because I can’t get enough of your tight cunt.”
