He skims his tongue along it and then back and forth, teasingly.
Then his hands wrap around my thighs and he devours my pussy, focusing every ounce of attention on my clit.
My body twists on its own, a soft plea escapes my lips.
My muscles tense up like a wound-up spring, then heat rushes over me and that tingly sensation starts in my legs until finally I come all over his face.
He doesn’t stop licking or sucking my clit as I ride the high of the orgasm, my legs shaking uncontrollably.
“That’s my good fucking girl.” He murmurs, lifting his head andwatching me come down from the high.
I peer up and see my come coating his lips and chin.
He guides me onto my side, freeing the belt with one hand while using the other to pull me upright.
He captures my mouth with his, stealing every coherent thought.
Next, his hand clamps around my wrist, and with steady insistence, he draws me closer. A second later, I’m straddling the space between his knees, my feet flat on the ground as he stays kneeling beneath me, holding me exactly where he wants me, in his lap.
He flings the belt behind my neck and cinches it, checking its position, giving it a firm tug as it constricts my airway.
Then he kisses me with determination and bruising intensity, rain pours over us in endless sheets as he lines himself up with my wet entrance and thrusts inside of me.
“Fuuuccckkk” Tyler roars, a raw guttural sound followed by a furious, breathless string of clipped curses.
He tugs the belt, reducing the flow of air into my lungs.
An insatiable hunger rises inside of me, and I match his thrusts as his thick cock moves in and out of me.
Using one of my hands, I reach around and clutch a handful of his dark brown hair and lick the sweat from his brow. He raises himself slightly from the ground and latches onto my nipple with his hot mouth and swirls his tongue around, making them even harder, as he yanks on the belt.
I throw my head back and whimper in pure ecstasy as the feeling spreads through my limbs. Our hips gyrate in sync with each other, as my clit presses deliciously against his pelvis.
My vision becomes foggy; lightheadedness sweeps over me from the lack of oxygen.
“That’s it, I want it all, use my cock,” Tyler grunts, pulling on the belt.
Panting shamelessly still seated on top of him, I lift on my toes where the soles of my feet are on either side of him and he clasps onto my hips. His dick hits my G-spot as I find a quicker pace. My nails sink into his chest, breaking skin, as I chase the orgasm that inches closer, focusing on the stir radiating in my lower abdomen.
My eyes roll back into my head as Tyler shoves his hips up, grabbing handfuls of my ass to pump into me deeper, both of us coming apart and screaming each other’s names.
He lets go of the belt and unclips it, letting it fall to the ground.
Leaning forward I attack his lower lip with my teeth giving it a hard lighthearted tug into my mouth.
The look he gives me afterward nearly wrecks me like a physical blow, the raw devotion and pure obsession that burns in his eyes. As if the thought of losing me is enough to break him.
His face is slick with rain and sweat, each breath expanding his chest as his gaze traces a slow path over me, lingering like he’s memorizing every curve of my body.
His hands tighten on my thighs as he draws me closer, his forehead brushing mine while our ragged breaths mingle between us. A second later, his mouth finds mine again, and the sound that escapes me is lost beneath the rain and thunder.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he utters like it hurts to say.
I bring him back into another kiss instead of answering.
That seems to destroy whatever control he had left.
“Tyler,” I breathe again, barely audible this time.
