“You have the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen.” Dragging my tongue from base to tip, I thoroughly worship it. “So veiny.” I lick him again. “So silky.” I suck on the fat head of it. “It feels so good in my mouth.” Even if it hurts my jaw to open up so wide to take him, it still feels good. The heat of it on my tongue. The scent. The way it tastes. “You’re divine, Conner.” Keeping my attention on his cock, I worship it.
Because this is my kink.
Worshipping has always been my thing. Except I can’t seem to stay fixated on just one body part with this man. Everything my eyes land on becomes my new obsession.
“God, I love your thighs. They’re so strong. Hard.” I scrape my nails down them, running my hands up and down his taut muscles. “You smell so good, Conner.” I dip down and suck on one of his balls, inhaling his scent.
This shouldn’t be so hot. Why do his balls smell this good? It’s musky and a little like pine needles but there’s a sweetness to it too. It smells like him. It smells like I need him. It smells like we should rut all over these woods right now.
“Holy shit, Taylor.” His voice cracks. “This… you…”
When he abruptly takes a step back, his ball pops out of my mouth and I pout. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t bust a nut this fast.”
“Then hold back.” I crawl forward and reach for his dick again.
He stumbles away from me, accidentally bopping into the tent wall and falls backwards. The tent pitches, the stakes in the ground must give way, because the whole enclosure starts to pitch and bend.
He’s naked, on his ass, eyes wide with panic. And now the tent’s half-undone.
I don’t care.
Crawling over, I corner him against the busted tent so he can’t get away from me this time. “Let me worship you, Con.”
I suck on his nipple, his neck, and his earlobe as I get situated on his lap. All the groans and moans he’s making have me desperate to come. I slide my pussy along his dick while I focus on his mouth. “You have a pretty mouth. So soft, and full… so goddamn fuckable.”
He whimpers. Squeezes his eyes shut.
I continue tohump him without penetration. “Your dick feels so good rubbing against my clit like this. I want to make myself come on you.”
He whimpers.
“Can I?” I roll my hips, to make sure I glide along as much of his length as possible. “Can I make myself come on your big, fat, hot cock?”
His head tips back, sinking into the loose fabric of the tent wall. “Hurry. I’m… I’m not going to last like this.”
He says that, like it’s a bad thing.
“Do I feel good to you?” I ride him a little harder, loving the friction between us. “Feel how wet you make me?”
“Such a dirty girl.”
“You have no idea.” I pinch his nipples and rub myself faster against him. “You feel so hot between my legs. So big.”
His breaths turn ragged.
“I’m close,” I moan.
Running my fingers through his hair, I move myself in the best way possible to detonate. When my climax hits, I scream his name.
And then I feel the hot jets of his come hit my skin. I look down between us, feeling lightheaded and gleeful. “Is this a present for me?” I slide down and lick the cum off his stomach. When I’m about wipe what is splattered on the top of my pussy, Conner pins me to the ground and goes down on me like if he doesn’t, he’ll die.
“Mmm.” His tongue delves into my pussy. “Your cum tastes incredible.”
“So does yours,” I preen, threading my hand in his hair. I probably won’t be able to come again. I’mnot good at multiples—even if I had several earlier today from this man, it’s not likely to happen again. Besides, I don’t want him to spend an hour down there trying to get me there. His tongue will fall off. “I don’t want to come again.”
He pauses and looks up from between my legs. “Why not?”
