Page 20 of Cherished By the BRATVA Grump

He lets my nipple free from his mouth with a popping sound, and says, “be as loud as you need to be.”

His words enter my ears, but don’t entirely register while my brain is clouded with the sensations he is making me feel.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.” With those words, he drags my hips forward until I’m on the edge of the counter, takes each of my ankles in his hands and lifts my legs in a wide ‘V’.

I hear him mutter one more ‘fuck,’ then his mouth is on me. The first time my body shivers is in surprise that he is doing this. It’s not something I’ve experienced before and I don’t know what to expect. Then the pleasure begins to build and the next shiver is in response to the way he presses his tongue against my entrance.

I lean back on my elbows, keeping my eyes on him as he sucks and licks at my pussy like a starving man. He has a hand on each of my legs, stroking up and down while his tongue does sinful things.

The first moan is a breath, barely a sound. The next is louder as he sucks in one of my sensitive lips into his mouth. He works me slow. Building me up with each press of his mouth against my wet center.

When my moans turn into desperate, begging gasps, he slows down even more until I’m pleading with him to let me come.

He waits, working his tongue in a smooth rhythm over my pussy until my pelvis is twitching, trying to encourage him to go where I need him most. He finally gives me what I need, his mouth coming over my clit and his tongue pressing in a fast, up and down motion.

The first wave hits me harder than I’ve ever experienced, I cry out and my body arches but he doesn’t let go. He continues over my clit until I come apart right there under his mouth. Then just when I think he can’t pull anything else from me, he thrusts two thick fingers into my quivering channel and hooks them.

I scream as pleasure bolts through me at the speed of light. I’m vaguely aware that I’ve collapsed back on the kitchen island, and my entire body is trembling.

Demyan

I pull off my clothes while she lies before me, spread across my kitchen island, trembling.

My cock has never been so hard, so ready, so desperate to be buried deep inside her. I squeeze the base in a bid to ward off the pleasure.

Her legs are still in the air, a perfect ‘V’ leading me to the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. Dripping with her arousal and my spit. I own this pussy now. I’m going to ruin her for anyone else. I’ll make sure that, whatever happens, she will never forget her first time with me.

I line up the swollen head of my cock with her entrance. She whimpers a little when I begin to push in.

I press ahead, her slick cunt taking me slowly, but with a little resistance as her body stretches to accommodate me.

“Demyan,” she breathes, “it’s too much.”

“If you want me to stop, say it.”

She lifts her head and meets my eyes, then drops them to where we are joined. “No.” she says, swallowing. “How are you so thick?”

I grin and press harder into her.

She cries out and I pause, waiting for her body to tell me she can take this, take me. When I feel her relax around me, I press again. I’m so close to being fully inside her now that I’m seeing stars.

“Just a little more, Tamsin. I’m almost there.”

I thrust forward one last time until I can feel her tight cunt squeeze the base of my cock. My balls are pressed hard against her ass and her juices are coating my mound.

“Look, you did it,” I say. “Look at how well your perfect pussy has taken me.”

She squeezes me again in response, though I’m not sure that’s something she is controlling.

She lets out a long, low moan. “I know, baby,” I say, hooking my hands around her thighs. “I know it takes some getting used to, but I promise this is all for you. My cock is for your pleasure and only your pleasure.”

I kiss her calf while her cunt relaxes its grip on me enough that I can begin to move. I only move the slightest bit to start with, a fraction of an inch out and in again, using the fingers of one hand to stroke the area around her still swollen clit.

“Fuck me if you’re not the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” I say, pulling out a little more.

She is whimpering more with each movement.

“Tell me if you need me to stop. If it’s too much.”