5. Ophelia #2
“Patience, Ophelia,” he scolds, kneeling with me still wrapped around him. “I need to go down on you… eat that little pussy until you’re a wet mess for me.”
“Oh god, yes,” I moan, clinging to him while he holds me up with one hand and spreads his shirt on the floor with the other. Then he lays me gently on the shirt, supporting my back and head with impeccable tenderness.
His words are pure filth, but his actions contrast that with a more tender side. He’s going to fuck me like an animal, but first he makes sure I have something soft to lie on? I think I could get used to this kind of dirty gentleman treatment.
My breasts fall to the sides when I’m on my back, and Antonio cups one in his big hand, dipping his head to ring my nipple with his tongue.
His other hand slides down my body, pushing one of my legs wide.
Latching onto my nipple, he glides his fingers up my thigh, groaning when he finds the wetness there.
“Greedy little cunt,” he says around me, his fingers finally reaching my center.
He sucks and licks while his fingertips glide through my slit, finding my clit with practiced ease.
He circles it a few times while increasing the pressure of his suction on my breast. His teeth give my nipple a testing graze at the same time he presses one thick digit inside me, and my lower back arches off the floor.
Antonio makes low grunts of approval, switching to my other tit while his hand moves slowly, exploring the most intimate part of my body. When he grazes my G-spot, I let out a sound I don’t even recognize, something between a whimper and a plea.
He lifts his head, eyes glazed like he’s drunk on me. “That the spot, love?”
I grind shamelessly against his hand. “That’s it,” I admit. “Please, Antonio.”
“You won’t come until I give you permission,” he commands, returning to my breast with leisurely flicks of his tongue.
Permission? I should be offended, but he’s so in control of my body right now, I don’t even care.
When he adds another finger inside me at the same time his teeth sink into my nipple, my ass elevates from the ground.
“Shit, right there.”
Antonio looks up at me with nothing less than a glare, as if to remind me of his order. Then he releases my nipple and bites the underside of my tender breast.
“My beautiful Ophelia, I don’t want you coming anywhere but on my face. I want to taste every drop of you.”
An orgasm is bubbling deep inside me, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on because his fingers are hitting that oh so good spot while his palm grinds against my clit.
“Then you’d better hurry,” I warn.
With a deep chuckle that vibrates all the way to my bones, he begins kissing his way down my body, his beard abrading the heated flesh of my abdomen.
I’ll definitely have beard-burn tomorrow, a not-so-subtle reminder of this night.
I’m pretty sure after Antonio has his way with me, I’m not going to want to forget.
The man certainly knows his way around the female body.
By the time he wedges his wide shoulders between my legs, I’m whimpering with need at the anticipation his slow trek down my body elicited. Antonio wastes no time, pulling his fingers out to the tips before giving my clit a long, slow lick.
“Fuck, that’s the tastiest little pussy I’ve ever had on my tongue, darlin’.” He eases his fingers back inside me, rolling his tongue around and around my sensitive nub.
Sensations shoot out from my core like lightning strikes, and I grab his hair with both hands, rolling my hips in a circle as he finds my G-spot once again. His mouth is voracious, and his fingers are relentless, moving faster and faster, demanding my orgasm.
When he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, I lose my damn mind, letting out a string of curse words that are very uncharacteristic of me.
“Fuck, Antonio! Your mouth feels so good on my pussy. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
He doesn’t, increasing his suction and finger-fucking me with force until I finally reach that pinnacle of ecstasy.
The high is magnificent, and I arch my neck as a guttural cry rips from my throat.
Lights flash behind my eyelids, and when I finally open them and look down, I see Antonio’s predatory green gaze locked on my face as he laps at me.
“That’s a good lass,” he croons, sliding his fingers from inside me and licking them clean. “Give me one more, and then I’ll fuck you.”
My breathing is ragged, and I shake my head. “I can’t.”
His smile is slow and oozing with confidence. “Is that a challenge, Ophelia?”
I manage to lift my head and raise one eyebrow. “Maybe it is.”
He doesn’t say another word, but his grin turns feral as he lowers his face and goes to work.
I have to give him credit; he’s determined.
Antonio doesn’t use his fingers this time, instead grabbing my ass with both hands and lifting my bottom off the ground to hold me to his face.
His grip is firm, not allowing me to squirm at all as he begins eating me like a lion with a fresh kill, holding down his prey until he’s eaten his fill.
Less than four minutes later, I’m a wimpy mess on the floor, feeling like I’ve just run ten miles.
Antonio crawls up my body, his hard cock dragging across my stomach as he levers himself over me.
His beard is wet with my arousal, and he gently brushes my damp hair away from my forehead before cupping my throat with his enormous hand.
“Don’t ever challenge me, Ophelia. I’m a very determined man.” There’s a dark warning in his tone, but I’m not afraid of him. Antonio would never hurt me, unless you count death by orgasm.
He kisses me, and I can taste my salty orgasm on his tongue. When he pulls back, he rears up on his knees, straddling my hips and towering over me. He looks so dominant and delicious.
Stroking a finger down my cheek, he murmurs, “Now get on your hands and knees, love. Let me show you how a woman deserves to be fucked.”