But I’m not about to let her have control the second time around, and she needs to know it. The first time was a courtesy to her. A mutual trust and respect. But this time, I’m in charge, and she’s going to fucking know it.
I flip her onto her back and watch her breasts bounce when I yank her down the bed. She yelps and struggles until I drag her pussy onto my face.
“Jesus Christ,” she yells.
“It’s Rory.” I smile against her. “But that works too.”
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing…”
Her words come to an abrupt end when I start eating her out like she’s my last meal. Her hands tangle in my hair like she wants to pull me away, but instead she’s yanking me closer, riding my face because she can’t help herself.
I like seeing her this way. Back bowed, lips parted and head tilted back. Her perfect tits are on display for me, round and swollen and I want them in my mouth too. I want all of her. Every orgasm, every psychotic thought. Her anger and her wit and her loss of self-control on my face.
I want to be the only one who’s ever seen her like this.
I’m going to do everything to her.
Every dirty, filthy, hot and depraved thing I can think of.
I own these moments from now on, and I tell her so.
“Fuck me,” she cries out as she crests higher and higher. “I don’t like this.”
“You fucking love it.”
She wrenches her head back and comes relentlessly, just to prove how much she doesn’t fucking like it. My little liar. I taste her until she begs me to stop, panting and out of breath.
When I try to climb up over her, hoping she’s too spent to argue with me, she pushes me back instead.
Taking back her control.
“My turn,” she says. “Better hope I don’t bite.”
And then she dives face first into my groin. And fuck me, her mouth is heaven. I’ve changed my mind about her tits. I want to live here instead.
She shoves me flat onto the bed to give herself better access to my cock, and apparently, my balls too.
She’s touching them with her hand. And licking them now too. And Jesus fucking motherfucking shite fuck Christ.
I want to ask her if it’s her first blowjob. Mostly because I want to hear her say yes.
“It actually is,” she tells me, and I guess I did say it out loud. “Now tell me I’m good at it.”
“Ye’re the best, baby.” My back arches off the bed and my hands are in her hair and she’s bobbing up and down on me and I don’t know if it’s a lie but I don’t care. Her lips are wrapped around me and they were made for sucking my dick.
Drag me out into a field and shoot me because I am done for.
She’s hard and then soft and just when I think I know what I’m going to get she changes everything.
It feels so fucking good I don’t want her to stop.
But I’m like a kid with too many toys and I am torn. I want to come inside of her again. I want to fuck her raw again. I want to come on her tits and her arse and her throat and in her mouth. In a car and on a plane and on a motherfucking train. I want to fuck her all day, every day, and oh fuck… there it is.
I explode inside of her mouth.
She swallows it, and she’s still licking my cock and I fall back onto the bed and throw an arm over my face.
“Jesus Christ.”
