Fuck, this whole thing wasn’t the way I’d wanted it to go down.
I wasn’t supposed to be balls deep inside of her. Not yet. I’d had a plan, but my little bird was a talking, breathing temptation I couldn’t say no to. The sound of our bodies slapping together, flesh against flesh, and the squelching sounds of me fucking her wet, horny little pussy only edged me closer.
My balls tightened, and I knew I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t go over the edge. Not without her.
If I did that, I’d fuck up. I needed her to be addicted to me, to the things I could do to her body as I was to her. I pulled out and she looked up at me. A disheartened whine slipped past her lips.
“Not yet, Sadie. Need to taste you first,” I growled, slipping down from the bed and pulling her to the edge. Her feet rested easily on my broad shoulders, and I looked at my personal heaven on earth. “Look at you. Fucking beautiful, Sadie. This little pussy is mine. Do you understand that, baby? I’m yours and you’re mine.”
“Jason,” she purred, rolling her hips forward, trying to get closer to my face or fingers, anything to fill that ache that was currently dripping out of her so beautifully my mouth watered.
“You smell so good.” My nose brushed against the inside of her thigh before nipping at her skin and doing the same to the other side.
“Oh god,” she exhaled in a breathy tone.
“Not god, little bird.”
“Jason.”
“Good girl,” I growled, taking a swipe at her pussy from ass to clit. And then again and again.
“Shit!” she cursed. Her head dipped deeper against the mattress, her back arched as she pushed herself closer into my face.
I ate her like a man on death row given his last meal, and fuck me, it was ambrosia. “You’re everything, Sadie. Such a good girl. Mine. All mine. Only mine. Tell me,” I roughly demanded like a bastard, using her vulnerable state against her in the throes of passion.
“Yours, yours, yours,” she chanted, grinding and rolling her perfect little hips. My free hand found my cock to stroke myself at the sight of her as I took in what she was doing. Sprawled out on the edge of her bed, the sheets a mess below her, she looked like a goddess.
My goddess.
My little bird.
My everything.
Playing with her tits. Pinching and pulling at the hardened tips. Droplets of fluid started to leak out of my cock. My balls tightened. “Good girl,” I praised, my fingers working her tight little hole. She was so wet she squelched around two fingers before I shoved in a third. “You’re right there, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she hissed. “So close,” she whined.
“Good. You’re going to get off on my mouth, little bird. Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
“Shit!” she cried, fingers tangled in my hair, pulling at the short strands as I ate her, fingered her. I felt my girl getting closer and closer to the edge. Inched nearer with every beat of my thundering heart. I felt it before the sounds of her pleasure came from her. The way her pussy clenched, milked my fingers as wetness sluiced out in a fresh wave of her honey. I lapped at her like a starving animal ready to gorge himself off her taste.She was sweet, tangy, and utterly feminine. I pulled back and looked at her with a satisfied grin.
My cock protested, though.
It was throbbing. An almost painful ache pulsated at the base of my balls that were drawn up tight, ready to erupt.
“Fuck me, Jason,” she whispered into the darkness. “Show me who I belong to.” The little minx asked for something I wasn’t sure she was prepared for, but it was too late. I’d never deny her, especially such a sweet request.
My mind shut off and the beast inside of me took over. I got back on top of her without hesitation, fitting my body between her legs. The heaviness of my cock brushed against her wet entrance, and the tips of my lips quirked upward at the hitch of her breath.
“You want this? You want me, Sadie?” I taunted.
“Yes.” Her whimpers were a song to my heart.
“You sure?” I took my cock in my hand and tapped it against her still swollen clit. “It’s going to be hard. Rough,” I tried to warn, wiping sweat from my hairline.
“Give me you,” she whined, hooking her legs around the small of my waist, and I drove inside.
