“Okay. I mean… I’m really kind of curious.”
“What about you? Any limits? Other concerns? Because shit. Being all up on you like this and smelling your sweet ass scent ’bout to drive a nigga crazy. I’m ready to eat yo’ pussy,” he says. When he bites the side of his bottom lip then lustfully licks it, I lose my train of thought. It all disappears.Gone.
“Just nothing weird,” I manage to say and a low, deep, sexy ass chuckle flows from him.
“Ain’t shit weird about me, sexy. Stay right here,” he says before lightly pecking my lips.
He eases off the sofa then walks to the bedroom. I can see it from here. The minute he’s out of the living room area, my anxiety, excitement, and hella nervousness cause my hands to quickly pour myself another small shot. It’s in my mouth and down my throat in less than three seconds.
I’m barely back comfortable on the sofa when he walks out with something red in his hands. Once he’s in front of me, he lets the item drop. It looks like a rope and handcuffs had a baby; the ends of the rope are looped.
“Oh. This kind of rope,” I marvel and he nods.
He steps behind the sofa then says, “Lean forward.” I quickly comply, so intrigued by all of this.
Rope, cuffs, and a fine ass man who loves to eat pussy. I’m here for all of this!
He grabs my right arm, pulls it behind me, then places the rope around my wrist. It’s surprisingly soft against my skin. There’s a slight tug when he tightens it but the softness helps. My left arm is next then he’s done. I’m cuffed, roped, and too ready. My clit is already thumping with anticipation.
Luckily, his desire matches my anticipation, because in no time, he’s in front of me between my waiting legs. He licks hislips again then smiles. His large and mildly rough hands creep up my thighs and a chill vibrates down my back. In a move I can only describe as stealthy, my panties are off in seconds, his hands are on my ass, and he pulls my pussy toward his face. After inhaling me loudly, he runs his tongue the length of me and I instinctively try to move my hands. The jerk and tightening from the rope quickly reminds me I’m restrained.
“Shit,” I trill, from both pleasure and a tinge of excited annoyance.I can’t touch him.His tongue explores every inch of my pussy and I’m dying to place my hands on his head and hold it right there. The feeling is beyond incredible and the sound of him groaning as he pleases me is fucking amazing. With long, slow, intentional strokes of his tongue, he massages my pussy, creating a pool of my juices. I’m wet as hell and he’s pumping my well. “Oh, my fucking god,” I moan as I feel something big and explosive brewing in my belly. I’ve never, and I mean never, have felt this sensation before. His love for eating pussy is evident. He’s a master and I’m truly appreciative of his…
“Efforts,” I moan, my thoughts infiltrating my lips.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groans and the vibration of his words against my relaxed, pleased, and stimulated pussy sends me.
My hands jerk again. The knowledge of the ropes doesn’t stop my desire to touch him, reach for something, or just move my hands. The battle between my wants and abilities is frustrating yet exciting. It heightens every aspect of this moment. When his lips cover my clit and he starts to tongue kiss and suck it, I fucking lose it. As he skillfully feasts on me like he’s starving, my body sinks into the sofa, a flash of heat pulsates through my body, and a river flows.
“You’re a squirter,” he marvels in a deep ass tone before actively trying to capture all of my juices with his warm tongue and soft lips. His beautiful pursuit only intensifies thesensations, and seconds later, my entire body quivers, the palms of my hands itch, and my body explodes.
“What the fuck,” I hiss.I’m cumming again this damn fast!
