Page 73 of Strum Me

I stop and pull my cock out of her, the tip just pressing against her quivering opening.

“Why did you stop?” she asks me, her flushed face staring at me, confused. She looks so sexy, I’m amazed I could stop.

“You told me to. You wanted to talk. So, talk.”

“Um...okay, so…wait, I thought you said you were stopping, oh God,” she moans as I move my hand down to pinch her clit between my fingers.

“I did. I stopped fucking you. Now I’m going to make you come with my mouth.”

“Wha… shit. Brad. Holy fuck,” is all she can get out before I’ve slid down her body and rammed my tongue into her pussy.

Her soft, warm, velvet walls contract around my tongue, and my mouth is flooded by her wetness. Her knees clamp around my head, and it’s dark as I explore her pussy.

We have to be quick, I remind myself.

After the show we just performed, I dragged her backstage and into an empty green room, and pinned her down on the couch. My cock was hard, had been for the last hour, and all I wanted was to drive it into her.

And I did. Just to placate it for a moment. But now I want to tease her a little. As payback for her Never Have I Ever question. As payback for her teasing me, just by being around, giving me looks that could stun a buffalo in its tracks. Finding reasons to touch me, her hands lingering on my face, my body, even while surrounded by people.

It’s only been half a day since I was in her bed, but it’s felt like an eternity of torture. Of waiting to be inside her again.

So, no, I am not going to stop so we can talk.

Talk can come later. Much, much, much later.

I drag my tongue up to her clit, and her whole body trembles. God, I love the effect my mouth has on her. I circle her soft, little button with my lips and suck.

Her moan fills my ears and fills the room. My cock twitches, demanding attention, still wet from being inside her.

I wrap my lips around her clit even tighter and pull it away from her.

“Fuck, Brad. Holy fuck, where did you learn to do that? No, don’t tell me, just don’t stop doing it.”

I pull my mouth away from her just long enough to say, “I wasn’t going to stop, baby, not until your come fills my mouth. I want you to taste your wetness on my lips.”

Her hands come down to dig into my hair and she pushes my mouth against her pussy.

Sweet, little, sexy nymph. Her body is humming with need. Everything she does cries out how much she needs to come.

And I’m going to make her, right now.

Flicking her clit hard and fast, I ram two fingers into her pussy, curling them up and feeling her G-spot graze against the tips.

“Oh, no. OH MY GOD!” she yells, her legs thrashing around me, her knees clamping then unclamping around my head as her pussy spasms around my fingers.

I move up between her legs and slide my cock into her. Her sweet, tight hole grips hard around me. She’s still in the throes of her orgasm and it’s like she’s milking me. She looks at me through eyes glazed with arousal and she bites her lip. Like a dirty little angel, beckoning me to fuck her like she’s never been fucked.

She wraps her leg around my waist and pulls me in, jamming my cock deep into her as she grinds against me, fucking herself on my cock. How have I been able to survive without this for so long? Any sex before her means nothing now. My body knows only that it’s meant to service her and only her.

“I’m going to come again, Brad.”

“Come with me, baby,” I grunt and grab her calves in my hands. There’s no gentleness about our lovemaking this time. I hold her legs up in the air and ram my cock into her over and over and over. Her screams of climax drive me on until I feel my balls tighten like they’re gripped in a vise, and then release, the come shooting through my cock and into her.

We’d agreed that we were both safe and wanted to feel nothing but my cock inside her.

I can see only stars now as I try to catch my breath, my hips still rocking slowly, dragging my sensitive cock in and out of her as she lies there, her hands on her breasts gently flicking her nipples.

“If you keep doing that, we’re going to miss our bus.”