I was about to tear the damn dress from her body, but I liked it too damn much, and I definitely wanted to see it on her again. My fingers slid under the straps, and as gently as I could muster, I pulled them down her arms.
“Fuck, Ellie,” I breathed against her mouth. “I need to see you.”
“Just tear it off,” she gasped, ripping at the buttons on my shirt.
I growled with need, peeling the dress down her body, but what I wasn’t expecting was the contraption she had on underneath. It looked like some kind of fucking torture device, squeezing her into a tight second skin-looking thing.
She flushed red, her hands suddenly covering her body. “It’s…for the dress.”
“It needs to fucking go,” I muttered, grabbing the fucking straps to peel that off too.
And fuck, the second her breasts popped out, I was a goner. Fuck, those things were made for a man like me. So big and perfect. And so very real. Getting down on my knees, I finished tearing off the tight suit of torture from her body, then leaned forward and ran my tongue over the red lines from where it bit into her skin.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” I ground out, ripping her panties from her body.
Grabbing the backs of her legs, I yanked them out from under her, flipping her back onto the couch. Spreading her legs wide, I slid my tongue up the inside of her thigh until my nose nudged at her soaked pussy. I could smell her arousal, practically taste it on my tongue, and I needed more.
With the first swipe, she cried out. With the second, I knew I had never tasted anything so fucking perfect in all my life. I dove in, feasting on that pussy, spreading her lips to slather myself in her juices.
Fingers speared through my hair, tugging on me, directing me where she needed me. I took every fucking direction from her, devouring her until it was no longer enough. I needed her to come on my tongue, to fill my mouth with her arousal.
I slid my thumb over her clit, rubbing the swollen bud in circles until she finally spasmed in my arms, coming hard. With every jerk of her body, every shiver and moan, I fucked her with my tongue, and I didn’t let up until I was drowning in her.
Her body went boneless in my arms, her legs splayed around me, completely incapable of moving. But I wasn’t even close to done with her. Getting to my feet, I undid my belt buckle and slid it from the loops. Her eyes glazed over as she watched every move, and her thighs involuntarily spread wider.
I dropped my pants, kicking them to the side as I tore my shirt from my body. Standing there in only my boxers, I let her take her fill. Her eyes trailed over every inch of muscle, every tattoo, and the long length of my cock trapped behind my boxers.
“Take me out,” I ordered, wondering if she was willing to follow my commands. I wasn’t into all that BDSM shit, but I did like the idea of Ellie on her knees for me, swallowing my cock as my cum dripped from her lips.
Licking her lips, she sat up and slipped off the couch onto her knees. I smirked at her as she grabbed my boxers and pulled them slowly down, allowing my cock to bob free right in front of her mouth.
Insanity filled my head as I suddenly grabbed her curls and tugged her to me. “You know what I need,” I bit out. “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock and make me come.”
To my surprise, she opened wide, grabbing the base of my cock as she fed my dick into her mouth.
All the fucking way to the back of her throat.
“Fuck!” I shouted, nearly coming just from the feel of her swallowing around my cockhead.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she sucked me, twirling that feisty tongue around my dick and using those pouty lips to fuck me. She looked so fucking pretty on her knees for me, with mycock shoved to the back of her throat. I couldn’t control myself, couldn’t stop myself from gripping her hair tighter and jerking my hips back just before slamming my dick into the back of her throat.
Vibrations shot up my spine as she moaned. Saliva pooled around the base of my dick as she slurped on me, sucked me hard, and allowed me to use her mouth like it was her pussy. I wanted to come, wanted to spill my seed in her mouth and watch her swallow it.
But I wanted her pussy more.
And I wasn’t about to wait until I could recover to feel her wrapped around my dick. I tugged her off, then hauled her to her feet, pulling her over my lap as I sat on the couch.
“Ride me.” It was more of a croaked plea than an order.
And when she straddled me and grabbed my dick, I nearly came on the spot. Slowly, she lowered herself on me, her eyes slipping closed as my dick stretched her tight pussy.
When was the last time she was fucked?
Who was he?
God, I already hated him for having her.
But then she settled all the way to the base of my cock, and those perfect tits were right there, begging me to taste them. Sliding my hands around her waist, I pulled her to me, flicking my tongue over her nipples before biting one and pulling it into my mouth.
