That filthy mouth returns to my hole— hot and wet— and I can’t help moaning.
When he disappears again, I groan, “Why are you stopping now?”
He rises behind me but doesn’t answer. I roll my head to the left in time to see him grab one of the decorative pillows— the smallest one with a sailboat stitched on it.
“Open.”
“The fu—”
Cotton and embroidery stuff between my teeth. My eyes bug.
This psycho just shoved a throw pillow in my mouth. I try to prop up on my elbows, earning aswat on the ass.
I howl.
It’s drastically muffled.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, kissing a trail down my lower back as he kneels behind me again. I’m writhing in anticipation, so fucking worked up it’s embarrassing but I can’t find it in me to care. I just want him to—
Yes.
Apparently what he’d done initially was a warm up because this time, he’s not playing around. Sucking, flicking, circling. But he doesn’t stop there. The tip of his tongue nudges inside—
My hands fist the duvet, my cry of pleasure drowned by the pillow. He thrusts as deep as he can, retreating to tease my rim before going in again. And again. And a-fucking-gain.
I’m losing my mind.
My hips move on their own, chasing the rhythm he sets, rocking back against his face and forward into the bed. Precum leaks from my cockhead, dampening the blanket, but I need more friction. I snake my hand beneath me, whining as my fingers wrap around my shaft.
He breaks from me, panting heavily, “Get there, baby. I want your sweet ass clenching on my tongue when you come.”
Oh god, I’m almost—
No, it can’t end yet. I want to stay suspended in this winding, buzzing limbo forever. Dangling on the precipice, I squeeze the base of my cock, straining to push my orgasm off.
But Win is onto me. He releases my ass and rips my hand away. I whimper, heaving through my nose. Suddenly, the pillow leaves my mouth, a string of drool slapping my chin.
I’m shivering. “Please,please.”
“You’re ok, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he rasps, finally returning his mouth to where I need him. Relief blurs my vision. His handglides between me and the mattress, long fingers strangling my cock.
“Yes,” I sob into the comforter, humping into his grip. The second he thrusts his tongue inside again, he starts stroking me rough and fast.
And Iloseit.
It’s endless. Streams of cum pulse from me until my balls ache while Win’s tongue remains buried in my hole. When he finally pulls out, I’m quaking and spent.
“You’re a fucking dream,” he moans. “Don’t move.”
I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
The metallic zip of a fly and a shuffle of fabric draw a sliver of my consciousness to the surface. I glance over my shoulder. He's sitting on his heels stroking his beautiful pierced cock, raven hair falling over his glazed eyes as he aims at my ass. I'm transfixed and desperate for him to fall over the edge too.
“Come on me, Win.”
“Yeah?” he pants, jerking himself faster. “You want my come on your pretty ass?”
Shamelessly, I beg, “Fucking paint me with it.”
