5. Ivy #2
I climbed to my feet, standing over him on the couch. Pushing his head back with my finger I said to him, “Eat my pussy.”
His eyes widened. “I’m not sure I’ll be any good…”
I gave him a sexy chuckle. “Don’t worry, baby…” I ran my finger along his jawline. “I’ll teach you.”
My pussy tingled with excitement as I stood over him. He looked up at me, pulling one of my knees next to his head. His left hand rested right up under my ass, giving light massages to the back of my thigh. His right gripped my leg as he slowly kissed and licked the insides of my thigh.
I could feel his breath on my sensitive clit, causing my pussy to quiver in anticipation.
“You smell so good, baby,” he complimented, slouching just a tad bit more.
He motioned for me to put my other leg up.
Using the table located behind the couch to brace myself, I positioned myself right above his mouth.
His hands gripped my ass as he lowered me.
The first swipe of his tongue caused me to release a soft cry.
I hadn’t had my pussy eaten since before we started dating. My clit was sensitive as fuck.
“Declan…” I moaned, looking down at him.
His eyes were closed as his lips went to work. He placed light kisses on my clit, sucking her ever so gently. His tongue circled her, flicking feverishly back and forth, causing me to inhale sharply.
“Mmm… Yeah, just like that,” I moaned, caressing the back of his head. “Look at me… Look at me, baby.”
His eyes met mine as I fed him more of my pussy.
“That’s a good boy,” I whispered, grinding against his mouth. “Look at me while you suck this clit.”
His normally light brown eyes seemed to darken a shade or two. As he sucked on my pussy, I felt two of his fingers ease into me. He moaned beneath me, the vibrations sending pleasurable sensations throughout my lower region.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”
To say this was his first time, it seemed to be effortless with him. He licked and sucked and fucked me with his mouth until I was sure my juices were running down his stomach.
“Just like that, baby,” I moaned, stuffing my pussy into his mouth. “Just… like… that!”
I enunciated each word, winding my hips to match the rhythm of his strokes. He slapped my ass and I cried out.
“Declan!”
Thank God his office was soundproof. He liked to work without the interference of outside noises.
“I’m gonna cum… Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
My body quaked. I felt blinded for a moment and I almost forgot how to breathe.
The orgasm ripping through me was debilitating.
He’d snatched my soul with that one. As my body returned to normal functioning, I felt myself being removed from his mouth.
It wasn’t until I felt his dick breaching my walls did I know it wasn’t for rest. When did he even undo his pants?
He entered me so roughly I almost immediately came.
With my hands braced against the back of the couch and his on my hips, I bounced on his dick as he thrusted his hips in a swift, upward motion.
“Fuck…” he growled in my ear. “I love you, Princess.”
“I love you too… shit! I love you so fucking much!”
The pleasure of him filling me was exhilarating. His rhythm was powerful, controlled, and intentional. His lips devoured my nipples as his dick drilled my G-spot. When his middle finger slipped into my ass I gasped for air.
Over the weekend he discovered that I enjoyed anal play. Something about all of my holes being filled just did something to me. I had so much pleasure coursing through my body that I didn’t know whether to cum or cry. He was loving me so… damn… good.
“You gon’ make this pussy cry for me, Princess?” he asked, slapping my ass.
“Yes, daddy! Fuck, I’m cumming!”
Without further warning, my pussy was juicing and gushing all over his lower region. He watching, seemingly amazed that he was the reason behind it. A guttural groan came from his throat as his body stiffened and I felt his hot seeds filling me.
“Shit!”
Declan fell back against the couch. He pulled my face to his, kissing me ravishingly. When he pulled away, he chuckled.
“What?” I asked panting.
“We need to invest in condoms. If we keep going like this, you’re gonna get pregnant.”
“I can see a little you running around here,” I said, playfully slapping his chest. “A perfect little replica of his daddy.”
“You see yourself having my baby?” he asked, massaging my thighs.
“I’d have as many as you want. Of course I need a ring on this little finger,” I said pointing at my ring finger.
He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “I’m gonna marry you,” he said in all seriousness.
I smiled. “I know.”
My response wasn’t cocky. I knew this was the man I’d marry before we ever made things official.
I grew up with a strong father. He was my first love, my best friend, my confidant, and protector.
I watched him treat my mother like a queen and my sisters and I like princesses.
He was the blueprint of the qualities I wanted in a man.
That was why my attraction to men was never based off looks alone. My man just happened to be the total package, looks included. And how the dick was on the same level as everything else I loved about him, there was no question. Put a ring on my finger and call me Suge Avery cause I’s married now!