7. Jasoni Ward #3
I kept a calm, cool, and collected demeanor, even though my heart was racing.
The anticipation was about to kill me. Would she kiss me, or would she take a shot?
Would she really let me eat her pussy to fulfill her bold dare request, or was she just bluffing?
The possibilities of what could happen next were endless, considering there was liquor involved.
Slowly, she turned to face me. “Are you being serious right now? Because I’m drunk, and honestly, you look so sexy with your shirt off that I’ll really kiss you.”
I poured myself another shot and swirled the liquor around the glass slowly. Peeling my eyes away to look at her, I motioned for her to come closer with my finger. “Come over here and find out.”
I didn’t know if it was curiosity or liquid courage that made her make her way over to me, but she did it.
Instead of allowing her to sit beside me, I wrapped my arm around her waist and snatched her forward so that she was forced to straddle my lap.
Pushing her hair out of her face, I pinched her chin while taking note of how beautiful she was.
Her eyes darted around, trying to avoid my eyes.
She didn’t look at me until I palmed her neck and pulled her face forward.
My entire body melted into the couch when her lips landed on mine. At first, it was a simple and sweet kiss. But things took a heated turn when she allowed my tongue access to her mouth. When her arms wrapped around my neck, I knew I had her right where I wanted her.
She moaned into my mouth as my hands slid down the sides of her body until I had a firm grip on her ass cheeks.
She grinded her pelvis against my erect dick, and it made me lose all sense on control.
In a quick motion, I laid her on the couch.
We continued eating each other’s faces while I maneuvered her pants down with the help of her lifting.
Once they were off, I tossed them behind me.
I released her lips to look at her pussy, only to find it glistening for me.
I licked my lips, excited about my meal to come.
I pushed her legs backward before leaning forward to take a whiff of her natural scent.
Its sweet scent sent me into a frenzy. I snatched her panties off and got rid of them.
Wanting to be able to see her face clearly, I turned her so that her back was resting against the couch, and her toes were touching the back of it.
The very first lick had her gripping my head tightly.
I stared up into her low eyes while flicking my tongue repeatedly over her swollen clit.
Her pussy was so fucking pretty I wanted to make love to it with my tongue, so that was exactly what I did.
Gathering spit in my mouth, I spat on her flesh then sucked it all up, along with her clit.
“Look at me, Oatmeal,” I demanded when her eyes started to roll to the back of her head. “Tell me you love the way I’m devouring your sweet pussy.”
“I love it,” she exclaimed breathlessly.
I inserted a finger inside her to find the tightest walls waiting for me.
Her breath hitched when I slowly eased my finger deeper then withdrew it at the same snail’s pace.
Adding a second finger increased her pleasure and my entertainment.
My mouth returned to her clit, and that was when she really started to lose it.
I kept my eyes on her pretty face flushed with ecstasy.
Even the sweat beads on her forehead looked edible.
“You just don’t know how badly I’ve wanted you since you stomped your stubborn ass up those porch steps.
” Her creamy pussy replied for her. I smiled because her wetness sounded like it came from heaven.
Whap! I smacked her ass cheek, making her hiss.
“Fuck my face, Oaky.” I replaced my fingers with my tongue and fucked her like I had a point to prove.
Honestly, I just wanted her to remember what it felt like for me to devour her every time she closed her eyes.
Our moans together sounded like a choir singing.
When I felt her legs shaking, I knew I’d successfully unwound all the tension in her body.
Two slurps later, she was hollering at the top of her lungs while tremors shot through her body.
The finale was the splash of her cum on my face.
I smiled, feeling completely satisfied with my work, but I wasn’t done and continued to feast on her until she gave me another orgasm.
The second one had her twitching minutes afterward.
She slowly fell on her side, breathing heavily. Her eyes were barely open when she looked at me.
“You don’t play fair,” she rasped, trying to catch her breath.
Leaning forward, I placed a kiss on her forehead then began a trail of kisses all over her body.
“Shh. Go to sleep,” I replied with a smirk because she was right.
I didn’t play fair; I played to win. Seconds later, she was out like a light and snoring softly.
“Mission fucking accomplished,” I whispered, feeling completely satisfied with my handiwork.