She does as I say this time andholy mother of all things perfect, with her still slightly messy hair, her puffy lips that I just caused and the wetness from hertears still lacing her now rosy cheeks… she’s the closest thing to perfection I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.
Her chest heaves as I reach for the hem of her leggings.
“Wait,” she bursts out as she sits up to stop me with her hands tugging the fabric. “My period.”
I release the waistband from her death grip and smirk. “Like I give a fuck about your period. You should know me better than that. What kind of grown-ass woman would I be if I let a little bit of blood frighten me?”
Her eyes watch my every movement with rapt attention as I proceed to free her from this very annoying barrier, but she doesn’t continue to resist or tell me to stop again. Very good girl.
I pull her shoes off, then her leggings and lift her feet until they’re resting on the table top. My hands find her knees and nudge them apart until her perfect pussy is ready for me.
“Such a pretty little thing you are.” I slide a finger along her wet slit, earning me a soft moan. “Even this little pussy is so pretty, isn’t it?”
She nods and this time, I’ll allow it. I don’t give a fuck about protocol, right now. I just want her.
Grabbing the string of her tampon, I tug gently until it pulls out. Her poor cheeks pinken and she slaps her arm over her face to hide it from me.
I lift it high enough so she can see it clearly. “See? Not as bad as you thought, is it?” All things considered, there’s hardly enough blood worth mentioning. She peeks down and relaxes when she sees I’m right. She may have the cramps to go with a bad period, but she doesn’t have a bad period. At least not yet. I’d imagine tomorrow may be another story.
“Touch yourself,” I command and this time, her response is eager as two fingers find her clit fast and she uses her own juices as lubricant as she encircles it over and over and… over.
A whine falls from her lips and I already know she needs more. I’m about to give it to her.
My own two fingers join hers, except mine are quick to find their way inside of her soaked channel. Curling them, I move in acome hithermotion until her whines turn into breathy moans.
“That’s it. Fuck, you’re already so goddamn wet.”
“P-please,” she begs. “I need more.”
“Do you know what you want?”
She nods rapidly.
“I’ll give youanythingyou fucking want, my darling girl. Tell me, and it’s yours.”
“Please make me come… with your m-mouth.”
I can’t stop the grin from forming. She’s always struggled with telling me what she wants and now look at her. “I’ve never been more proud of you.”
I move her hand out of the way before diving into her and sucking her clit into my mouth until she gasps for air. It’s the sweetest damn sound.
My fingers continue plunging in and out of her pussy, pausing only to caress her g-spot as I encircle her tiny clit with my tongue.
Her hands find my hair and she grabs a handful for support before pressing her hips into me and grinding herself against my mouth. Her boldness spurs me on, causing me to free my fingers and slap both of her thighs before pressing them into the table.
My tongue takes the place of my fingers, fucking her tight hole and lapping up every drop of her it can get.
Her breathing has turned ragged as her legs begin to tremble. She’s already close to coming. I release one leg to work her clit as I continue tongue fucking her like I’ll never get another taste of her. The thought occurs to me, that maybe I won’t.
“Holy shit, Raegan,” she groans, forcing me to ignore my rogue thoughts. Her feet slide against the surface of the table, searching for purchase… something to steady herself, when she finally decides to use my shoulders. “I’m going to come.”
Yeah, me too.Between the sounds she’s making and the way she’s writhing beneath me… beneath my tongue, it has my own arousal dripping down my thighs and my clit throbbing with its own need for release.
Inserting two fingers inside of her once more, I resume finger fucking her, hard and fast, still taking time to stroke that spot she loves so much while my mouth devours her tight bundle of nerves like it’s my only job.
I let my other hand snake down my abdomen and sneak into my panties to find my own release. I’m so fucking sensitive, this won’t take much effort. Stroking myself with two fingers, one on each side, encasing it and pinching lightly, I moan into Demetria’s cunt.
She grinds into my face, chasing the pleasure I’m so desperate to give her and I grind into my hand, selfishly needing my own.
