right at the edge of madness, I go for the kill, flattening my tongue on her clit while fucking her cunt with my fingers, curving them ever so slightly until they find that one tiny spot inside her walls that has her seeing the heavens and beyond.
“Finn!” she screams out while riding my face, pushing all previous orgasms to the end of the list and telling them they all sucked compared to this one.
I take my time with her, letting her ride it out as I continue to show her sweet little pussy the same attention she showed my eager cock, who is already bobbing in the air, hard as a rock, ready for round two.
With her chest still heaving, she tries to straighten up. Before she even thinks about saying what I think she’s about to, I wrap my hand around her throat and deliver the mother of all kisses. When we break apart, her breathing is even more erratic, and her eyes heavy as she tries to keep her focus on me. With my thumb still caressing her throat, I lean in closer so she can hear me loud and clear.
“We’re not done,” I grunt, shutting down any ideas she may have had about making excuses to walk out this door.
She might have played that card on the night I took her to my secret hangout, but she has another thing coming if I’m going to let her walk away just as easily the second time around.
This time, I say when this ends. I don’t want her bratty lip, unless it’s to kiss me stupid.
What I want is to sink into her wet core, which is dripping with need, so I’m not leaving this room until I have all of her.
I pick her up and turn her around, bending her over the freezer. With her butt in the air and her mini skirt scrunched up around her hips, I can’t help but slap that exposed gorgeous ass, promising to give it its own little debauchery one day. I slap it again, loving how her ass cheek jiggles while turning such a lovely shade of red. Maybe someday, I’ll slap it so hard that I’ll leave my five-digit imprint permanently marked so that the next fucker that comes around knows he will never live up to me.
Fuck the next fucker! She’s mine now.
“Finn?” she mewls over her shoulder, docile and panting, her legs still shaking, but holding on tight to the freezer so I can have my way with her.
God, I’m in trouble.
A snarky Stone gets my motor running like crazy, but this sweet, lust-filled one is killing me.
“Shhh. I got you,” I tell her, slipping my fingers under the edge of her panties and ripping them to shreds at the sides.
I don’t throw the garment away, though. Instead, I shove the piece of fabric in her mouth, placing my hand over her lips. I lean down next to her earlobe, nibbling and sucking on it, feeling her heavy breathing up close.
“This is because you’re going to be too loud, and I don’t want to be interrupted by some curious asshole outside.”
With her green eyes still at half-mast, she nods understandingly. She then proceeds to wiggle her ass at me, making me want to fall on my knees again just to have that juicy ass in my face so I can bite it and properly introduce it to my tongue.
But first things first.
“Are you clean, Stone? Do you take the pill?” I ask her, and she gives me another soft nod.
“Good, because I’m going to take you raw. You okay with that?”
The little satisfied, muffled sigh that leaves her has my shaft applauding the vixen. For praise, I slap her other cheek with a little bit more power behind it.
“Humph,” she mumbles through the lace.
I love the fact that she’s tasting herself through the fabric, mimicking the same lingering sweetness I still have dancing on my tongue.
I push her skirt higher up to her waist, kicking her legs to open wider. I run my hand up and down her entrance, making sure she’s ready, while her whimpers of anticipation only harden me further. Unable to prolong our suffering, I shift my stance so my mushroom head can feel her dripping lips on it. I get it nice and slick, and without warning, I plunge deep inside her, making her head arch back while mine finds its resting place on her spine.