in such a way that has me seeing stars. And not the ones I brought Stone to marvel at tonight.
When she begins dancing on top of my lap, though, all my restraint seems to evaporate. The way she’s stroking me, grinding up and down my engorged cock with her barely-clad pussy, is driving me mental.
“Jesus, that feels good,” I growl, my fingers leaving imprints on her hips, easing her stroking rhythm. But it’s only when I hear the hunger in my voice that I realize I might be off my game a bit more than I suspected.
I’m not a talker when it comes to hook-ups.
I’ve learned the hard way that if a guy talks during a fuck session, then he can expect the girl he’s about to screw seven ways to Sunday to talk her way through it, too. I know it makes me sound like an asshole, but with most girls I’ve been with in the past, the only good use I ever found for their mouths was to suck me off. Listening to their over-the-top, wanna-be-porn-star wails or their dirty talk never got the end result they had intended. Instead of a stiffy, I’d be limp like a soft noodle. Not exactly something I want to repeat or have talked about. So my rule of thumb for hook-ups has always been—if they want to be fucked so thoroughly that they’ll have trouble walking straight for a week, then they have to keep their damn play-by-play to themselves. Moaning and calling out for God at the end was my limit for conversing while fucking.
However, with Stone, it’s occurred to me that I haven’t enacted that rule. In fact, I’m all for her talking my ear off if she wants. Mostly because half the words that come out of her bratty mouth have me hard anyway, so as far as I can see, it’s a win-win for both of us.
“God, I want to taste you all over,” I spew out, coaxing her to reply to test my theory further.
“I can help you with that,” she teases back, jumping off my crotch and landing on my chest, inching her way up until she’s straddling my face. She takes off her shirt, letting it fall to the ground beside me, throwing a little mischievous wink my way, when all I can see are her heavy breasts, so close to where I want them, and yet so far away. “Now, do a girl a solid, pretty boy, and use your mouth for what it was intended for, will you?” she orders provocatively.
Fuck this girl!
“Your wish is my command,” I reply dutifully, pulling her skimpy thong to the side, her bare shaven pussy and glistening lips right there for the taking.
Without a second to waste, my tongue takes one large lap, and the nectar it comes in contact with is nothing but pure sugar. I don’t need to keep the gentle one-stroke routine for long before getting her pussy acquainted with my tongue. As far as I’m concerned, Stone just handed me her juicy cunt as my prize, and I fully intend on cashing it in.
Unable to contain my raging lust any longer, I grab her ass to keep her in place and eat her out as if she were my favorite dessert. And as much as I try to deny it, all my taste buds tell me she is. Her erratic wails drive me to do my worst, desperate to wring every last drop out of her.
“Fuck! You’re really good at that!” she moans out, her hands gripping my hair, holding my face prisoner to where her ache is strongest.
I can’t hold back, so my tongue begins to torment the little nub that’s hidden away, and then return to plunge into her, giving relief to her torturous need, which only increases my own. My tongue repeats this merciless dance until we’re both suffering in equal measure.
“Yeah! Just like that. Don’t stop, Finn! Don’t stop!” she begs as she fucks my tongue with such fervor, I think I’m going to cum just with her riding my face so unashamedly.
I slap her ass with both hands before sinking them back on her redden cheeks to keep to her ravenous pace, eating her out as if her pussy were my only source of oxygen.
“Shit!” I moan when she lets out a glorious cry, broadcasting to everyone in a ten-mile radius that she’s meeting her maker.
From down here, I can’t see her face as she falls apart,