tongue-lashing, but fuck, sometimes the pleasure overwhelms me, and I can’t breathe without feeling it all instead of watching.
His tongue flattens and swipes slowly. He wants me to feel every sensation. He’s torturing me. His eyes are hot and ravenous on mine as his tongue flicks over me slowly. I moan as I watch him wrap his lips around my clit. He groans, and I’m already on the fucking edge. We haven’t had sex in ages, and the only orgasms I’ve had are with my hand or BOB.
Unlike most men, Toby knows where my clit is, so he makes sure to only focus on it unless he’s taunting me. He drags his teeth over the swollen nub, and I’m crying out.
“Count.” I know immediately what he’s demanding of me. He wants me to count all my orgasms. Internal and external. Full body shakes and all.
“One,” I hiss as he sticks two fingers inside me, trailing the wetness across and licking it clean. He’s such a ravenous bastard. Always taking his fill and nothing less.
He thrusts into me, curling his fingers, wanting me to scream. He eventually gets what he wants when I can no longer hold in my pleasure. It’s too much.
My clit throbs, and my legs shake. Knowing I won’t be able to handle much more if he doesn’t spread the stimulation, Toby rises and takes my mouth with his. My flavor bursts all over my tongue, swirling, and branding me with memories.
We’re soulmates.
Toxic but perfect.
Bad but so good.
He groans when my hands wrap around his steel length. It’s harder than I’ve felt in a long time. After our conversation, I keep thinking of all the times we’ve fucked, and how he tortured me with the details of his sexcapades. He’d always fuck me, and it was after he had them. He’d use me, and I’d let him.
“Stop.”
He stills, freezing above me, removing his mouth.
It’s not what he thinks, but I just need to know.
“Did they ever suck you off?” I ask, my heart hammering. He doesn’t smirk or make light of the words. I figured he’d come out with an are you jealous, Sous? But he just seems disappointed in himself all over again.
“Yes,” he mutters. “That’s all it was at first. It was an easy way for me to not see their faces...” he trails off, almost like he doesn’t want to explain it.
“To pretend they were me?”
“Yeah,” he says softly, guilt eating him up.
“Then I need to start there. Reclaiming what’s mine.”
His eyes gleam with ferocity. He doesn’t waver as I push him off me, only lifts and assists. I lie at the edge of the bed on my back. “Is this how they did it? Where you couldn’t see anything but their throats?”
He growls, fisting his length as if recreating every past sexual experience, replacing them with me.
“Yes,” he growls.
“Then fuck my throat, husband. And show me how you wished it was me all along.”
His eyes simmer. His cock twitches. He’s going to choke me with that cock, and I’m going to come because of it. He steps to the end of the bed where my head hangs off. He bends a little to place himself at my lips, and I take him in one go.
In no time, he’s fucking my face deep and hard. I keep my throat relaxed. He pulls out, and I peer up to see if something is wrong and realize he’s not just watching me, he’s recording me.
“New memories,” he husks.
Then no more words are shared as he pushes back inside my mouth, recording his cock choking me out. He thrusts and thrusts, and I’m drooling everywhere. Before he’s about to release, he pulls out of me, stroking my throat, then kneeling to lick and nip my pulse point.
He bites and sucks and I just know he’s leaving marks and branding me once again. He traces every inch of me all while holding his phone, recording it.
Grabbing my ankles, he drags me up the bed with no phone in sight.
“No more recording?”
“Oh, it’s recording, sweetheart. But the only thing it’ll have is your moans as I bury my cock inside your tight cunt.”
“Toby,” I moan as he grabs my throat and slams inside me. I’m so full of him, being stretched. It’s so good to feel him rip me in half with his monster cock. It’s so thick and rigid. I’m coming within ten seconds of him rotating his hips.