She kept sucking, kept milking me, root to tip, in a slow, heated rhythm—like she was savoring every drop of my orgasm—until I finally stopped pulsing into her mouth.
I caught my breath enough to lap my tongue over her pussy in appreciation. She wriggled in pleasure, slipping her mouth off my dick and giving the head a soft kiss. She was still stroking my shaft gently. The cock ring was keeping me hard. I didn’t want her to stop.
Jesus Christ, she was an incredible fuck.
Maybe I really should’ve fucked her years ago.
No. If I did that, maybe it wouldn’t have been this way. There was something about the intensity of her desire for me, right now, that lit me on fire. And the intensity of my desire to please her… that’s what it was, right? I wanted her. Not just in my bed, fucking me. I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to please her.
I wanted to make her stay.
I couldn’t believe I’d actually entertained the thought of keeping my hands off her after that night—when I’d put her to bed and she’d gushed all over me about her crush.
Why? Because other people thought I should?
She collapsed on top of me, moaning and stretching a little. She kissed my groin. “Holy fuck, I love blowing you.”
“I love being blown,” I said weakly.
She laughed. Then she groaned, wriggling. Her pussy was still in my face. “Johnny…”
I lapped my tongue alongside her pussy, softly. “You need something?” I already knew the girl was practically insatiable.
I loved it.
She rubbed her face against my skin. I could sense her hesitation, even as her hunger burned her up. I could feel her heat pulsing through her.Arousal.She wasn’t done yet.
“You need another come?” I asked her, placing my hands on her ass again and drifting my thumb over her pussy. I tugged her hips toward me and started kissing her clit as she sighed with relief. “It’s okay, baby,” I murmured between kisses. “My angel needs to come, she gets to come.”
“Please…”
I teased her opening with the tip of my tongue. “This pussy still hungry, Angel?” She moaned against my skin. “Let me kiss it better…”
She giggled, then sighed softly. “You’re an angel yourself, you know that? My wicked angel.” She wriggled her hips a little as my kisses turned to teasing licks. “You know, I’ve pictured you like that. With sinuous black wings, your naked, tattooed body standing over me as you fuck me on a slab of rock.”
I paused, trying to picture that. “Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That make you come?”
“So hard.”
“You have an incredible imagination,” I told her appreciatively.
“I’ve had a lot of time,” she said vaguely. “To imagine all the things.”
“Things?”
“Oh, God.” She moaned as I drifted my tongue over her pussy, shuddering with pleasure. “You know, all the fantasies. I’ve been single a lot, historically…”
Well, that was a damn shame. This was a woman who should be enjoyed. And satisfied.
“You don’t have to fantasize anymore,” I murmured against her skin. Then I sank my tongue inside her sweet cunt. Licking her, inside-out.
“Oh, fuck.”
My cock flexed. The cock ring was still keeping me semi-hard, and her hunger was keeping me aroused. I felt the heat of her breath on my cockhead. I felt her tongue drift across it, tasting, like she couldn’t help it.
