He lapped at my arousal like he wanted to devour me. Then he sucked my whole pussy into his mouth.
A small scream went off in my mind and whether it sounded or not—I couldn’t tell. My back arched, my hand reaching out to sink my fingers into his hair. I held on tight and moaned as his tongue shot in and out of me. It was beautiful and crazy at the same time.
When I thought I’d lost my mind, he let go and his lips closed around my clit, sucking on the swollen sensitive bud in a hard, ruthless rhythm.
“Oh, God,” I cried out.
At that point, his fingers joined the assault on my senses. He plunged three digits inside me, curved them at the perfect angle, and began to relentlessly pump in and out of me.
So there I was— speared, stroked, sucked, and relentlessly finger-fucked. I rode that crest of pure unadulterated ecstasy until the moment he bit my clit …
With a scream, I exploded into his mouth.
He didn’t let go. In the violent madness of my climax, I fought him away even as I slammed my sex against his mouth. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body rocked as if I was riding his face. I would have fallen off the counter if he hadn’t held me in place. When I somewhat recovered enough to open my eyes, I saw the satisfied smile across his face.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said. “You lost control of your body. I made you lose control of your body.”
“You bastard,” I muttered.
He chuckled.
I kinda hated him for it.
“I just wanted to let you feel a tiny fraction of what I feel every day when I look at you,” he explained.
“I got the message,” I said, and pulled his face down to mine. “Loud and clear.” I kissed him hard and desperately. Every fiber of my being perked up to attention, my body throbbing in anticipation of his cock. I was in such a haze of lust I did not even notice that he had found himself a condom and sheathed himself.
He grabbed the massive shaft that seemed to have tripled in size then rubbed it up and down my cleft.
I moaned at the stimulating tease. The flushed head spread my slickness up and down my opening. “Put it in,” I begged, unable to wait any longer. My eyes clenched shut and held my breath as I felt the head of his cock slip into my opening. Greedy and desperate for him, my sex instantly sucked him in.
“You are so fucking tight,” he growled and his body shuddered at the shallow entrance. But when I tried to thrust my hips forward to pull all of him inside me, he held me in place, his biceps clenching hard under my fingers. “Slow down,” he said. “I want to savor this … I want to feel all of you.” He breathed harshly into the crook of my neck.
I felt like I would lose my mind. I wrapped my arms around his sweat slicked back when he moved and started sinking deeper into me. Deliberately, I clenched my convulsing sex even more tightly around him.
His breath hitched. “Jesus,” he muttered shakily, as his hands curved around my hips. Lifting my ass slightly off the counter and with a smooth, hard thrust, he slammed the rest of his length into me.
I swear my heart nearly failed from excitement.
“Fuckkkk,” he swore, as my walls sheathed him like a clenched fist.
I whimpered as he began to pull away, his cock running along the sensitive walls of my sex. The hot friction was maddening and unspeakably delicious. My hips arched to meet the brutal thrust I knew was coming, but I couldn’t have prepared for it. I cried out as he slammed back into me.
He had gone so deeply inside of me, it felt as if he had reached a depth that I didn’t even think was possible. Every nerve in my body was abuzz with pleasure. He pulled out of me once again, and when he rammed back in, he rolled his hips so his cock entered at an angle inside of me that made me completely lose it.
“Ange—oh God—aah.”
It was too much and … not enough. I puffed and panted and clung to him.
My cries settled on a rhythm to match his thrusts.
At first, he kept it leisurely, as he took his time, milking me of every bit