Chapter 38 #2
She cries out, a broken moan of my name escaping her as I work my tongue deeper into her ass.
The tight heat clenches rhythmically around my tongue while the bullet buzzes relentlessly inside her pussy.
The sensation is incredible—I can feel every pulse and throb of the vibrator against my tongue, making the experience even more intense for both of us.
I eat her like a man starved—messy, hungry, relentless. Long, broad licks alternating with tight, probing thrusts of my tongue into her asshole. I suck gently on the rim, spit on it, then dive back in even more aggressively while I keep fucking her with the bullet.
Her juices are dripping down my chin and onto the sheets, mixing with the spit I’m slathering all over her ass and pussy. I’m making a complete fucking mess of her and loving every second of it.
The feeling is overwhelming—her taste, her heat, the way she’s clenching and fluttering around my tongue and the vibrator, the desperate little sobs of pleasure falling from her lips.
Every time she moans my name or her asshole tightens around my tongue, another thick pulse of pre-cum soaks through the fabric of my shorts.
She’s shaking violently now, another orgasm building fast and brutal from the sheer overload.
I don’t stop. I devour her ass like I’ll never get enough, fingers occasionally joining to spread her wider, until she comes again with a shattered, screaming cry, her asshole pulsing wildly against my tongue.
The pleasure surges through her entire body. Her thighs quake uncontrollably, her back arches, and she screams my name into the pillow, her voice cracking.
I keep tongue fucking her through every powerful wave, drawing her orgasm out until she’s a beautiful, trembling mess. Only then do I finally pull back and flip her onto her back. I hover above her and just look at her—cheeks flushed deep red, chest heaving, eyes half-lidded and glassy.
The sight of her completely wrecked because of me snaps the last fragile thread of my control.
My cock has been aching for what feels like hours, untouched, leaking endlessly, the piercing rubbing painfully against my shorts with every tiny movement.
I hover over her, arms braced on either side of her head, staring down at her flushed face. My hips start rocking involuntarily, grinding my trapped, throbbing cock against her bare pussy. The friction is minimal, but it’s enough—too much after everything I’ve just done to her.
“Fuck… Sienna…” I rasp, my voice broken.
A helpless whimper escapes me, low, needy, and completely involuntary. My hips jerk again, harder this time, rutting against her soft skin as if I can’t stop myself. She looks up at me, eyes widening at the desperate sound, lips parting on a soft exhale.
Another whimper tears from my throat as the pleasure crests suddenly. “Oh God, baby… I’m—”
I can’t hold it back.
My cock pulses hard, once, twice, then I’m coming untouched.
A broken whimper rips out of me as the first thick ropes of cum shoot from my cock.
My hips stutter and jerk against her in short, desperate thrusts.
Another whimper, louder this time, as the second powerful spurt follows, then a third.
Hot, endless pulses that keep coming and coming while I grind helplessly against her.
“Fuuuck… Sienna—” I groan, the sound cracking into another whimper as my eyes squeeze shut, forehead dropping to rest against hers.
My whole body is shaking, muscles locked tight as wave after wave of release rips through me. The warm, sticky wetness spreads rapidly across the front of my shorts, soaking the fabric completely, some of it even leaking through to smear against her.
The orgasm drags on longer than I expected, intense and almost painful in its intensity because I’ve been holding back for so long.
Every time her body twitches beneath me or she lets out a soft, surprised moan at the feel of my arousal, another weak spurt leaks out, drawing another helpless whimper from deep in my chest.
When it finally starts to ebb, I’m panting hard, trembling, completely spent, still hovering over her like I can’t bear to pull away. My shorts are ruined, a massive dark wet spot covering the front, the fabric clinging obscenely to my softening cock and the sticky mess I’ve made.
Sienna’s eyes flutter open, hazy and sated, but now filled with fresh heat and wonder. She glances down between us, noticing the huge wet spot and the way my hips are still faintly twitching. A slow, wicked little smile curves her lips.
“Did you just… come in your pants?” She asks, her voice husky and teasing, but there’s raw awe in it too.
I don’t even try to hide it or deny it. I lean down and brush my lips against hers, still breathing hard, a soft whimper escaping as my oversensitive cock twitches one last time.
“Yeah,” I rasp, my voice completely wrecked. “I came because of you. Because of how fucking perfect you looked as you fell apart for me. I couldn’t hold it back. You did that to me, baby. Just watching you… tasting you… feeling you pulse around my tongue made me lose it completely.”
Her cheeks flush darker, eyes gleaming with fresh heat even though she’s still trembling from her own orgasms.
“That’s so hot,” she whispers, her fingers lightly tracing the wet spot. “Knowing I can make you come without even touching you… hearing you whimper like that…”
I catch her hand and bring it to my lips, kissing her fingertips as I breathe shakily. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
She smiles, then pulls me down into a kiss, tasting the mess I made of her on my tongue. When we finally break apart, I press my forehead to hers, still trying to catch my breath.
“Give me a minute,” I murmur against her lips. “And I’ll clean you up properly.”
She nods, eyes drifting shut again, completely spent and glowing. I head to the bathroom, run a soft cloth under warm water, wring it out, and return to her. She’s barely moving, a blissful, exhausted smile on her lips.
I kneel between her legs and gently clean her—soft, careful strokes, wiping away the evidence of her pleasure and my spit from her pussy and ass. She sighs softly at the warm touch.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I whisper. “All soft and spent because of me.”
When she’s clean, I toss the cloth aside, climb into bed beside her, and pull her into my arms. She immediately curls against my chest, drapes her leg over mine, and tucks her face into the crook my neck.
I hold her close, my hand sliding up the curve of her back. “Sleep, baby,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’ve got you.”
She hums contentedly, already drifting off.
I lie there in the moonlight, her warm body pressed to mine, my heart full and steady.
And I realize that this is where I want to be.
Every night.
With her.