5. Trudy
CHAPTER 5
Trudy
“ D amn, you’re so pink! This has got to be the single prettiest cunt in the whole world, baby. Fuck, I can’t wait to kiss it all over and then fill it up with my cock tonight,” Jordan murmurs on my mound.
“Oh, God!”
His filthy words have such a powerful effect on me that I feel everything south of my belly button clench up in need and something akin to hot electricity tingle in my nipples. Pleasure is coursing my body in a mini-orgasm.
I’ve never been talked dirty in my life, and I had no idea I would like it this much, and yet here I am, practically coming at his words and at the roughness of his voice.
He gently parts my folds, his thumb teasing my clit until I start to feel like I want to claw out of my skin if he doesn’t do something more… drastic soon.
When he finally slides his tongue between my slick, puffy lips, growling at my taste, I nearly jolt off the desk as feelings I never knew existed assault my body. I’ve never been paid this much attention in an intimate encounter in my life.
I never knew foreplay could feel so good. My mind starts to make a comparison between Jordan and that loser of my ex- fiancé, the only other person I’ve been this close to in my life, but I kill the thought as soon as it sparks in my brain. I don’t want to bring my ex into this moment and ruin it. Besides, there’s nothing to compare. I’ve never felt this wanted, this precious before. Everything is new and different with Jordan. A mere kiss from his lips has been able to make me feel in seconds emotions and sensations that I never imagined were real outside of a romance book.
Jordan clutches my thighs in a hard grip to keep my lower body steady since I can’t seem to stay put at the onslaught of pleasure that his exploring tongue is unleashing on me. He gives me another long, slow lick from slit to clit and then stops there, circling my pearl with licks and kisses and then pulling it between his lips to suck on it.
“Fuck, you’re so sweet, baby. I knew it! You taste absolutely delicious,” he groans, and I feel an even hotter blush rushing through my skin.
I can’t get enough of how sexy this large, muscular man looks between my spread legs, sampling me and devouring my most secret places like he's not doing it just to give me pleasure, but he's getting off on it himself. Like he really means what he's saying and loves my taste, which is weird to me.
I don't have much experience with oral sex, or rather with being on the receiving end of it. I was always made feel like this was a rather unpleasant chore and, certainly, nothing to which to dedicate this much time, nothing that both partners could enjoy this much. I am blown over by the way Jordan is acting as if my letting him go down on me is this big favor I'm doing to him rather than the other way around. I had no idea this was a thing.
He's slurping down on me as if starved for my taste, his whole huge body tense, his impossibly big erection jerking in his wet fist. There's this almost painfully aroused expression of adoration on his handsome face. He looks like he's doing everything in his power to keep from going off at my flavor.
I smile at the vision he makes, loving every second of this, my hips bucking in pleasure under his talented mouth as my hands run through his messy, dark hair. He slides his free hand between us, and when I feel one of his long, tapered fingers pushing past my tight entrance and starting a back-and-forth motion that goes in tandem with the sucks he’s delivering to my clit, I feel myself shake and tense up all over in bliss.
Tears sting my eyes. I’ve never felt this much pleasure in my life.
I didn’t even know a body could hold onto this kind of sensation long enough to enjoy it without passing out.
How is this possible?
I grip fistfuls of his hair, my thighs clenching around his head of their own volition as I soar higher and higher.
“Oh my, Jordan! So good! Feels so good… I don’t know if I can…”
My breath is getting shorter and shorter, and the words coming out of my dry lips are choppy and in a voice so high that it doesn’t even sound like mine. His finger stops the seesaw motion, but he keeps it inside of me.
He stops licking my clit, and I feel his bearded chin tickle my entrance, his nose tapping the side of my nub as he raggedly breathes against my skin.
“Yes, you fucking can, baby! You have to take all the pleasure I give you. I’m not stopping until you come in my mouth. I want all the sweet hot cream you have inside on my fucking tongue!” he growls those dirty, dangerous, delicious words on my sensitive folds, and I feel my body fly a little higher toward the white-hot, bright-as-the-sun orgasm I’m a little scared to feel.
“Oh, please! Please!” I mumble, my head thrashing back and forth on the desk, my forehead wet with perspiration, my breathing nothing but little gasps and puffs of air.
I don’t even know if I’m asking him to stop or get me over the edge at this point; the feelings exploding all over my nerve endings are too much for my poor sexed brain to handle, and I don’t think my mind even remembers how to properly function right now.
That’s when he goes back to penetrating me fully, with two fingers this time.
I feel him pull them together and then stretch them apart as far as they can go inside me, putting my walls to the test.
“Goddammit, babe! You’re so fucking tight! How are you this snug? You’re going to feel like a dream around my big cock when I fuck you!” he grunts on my clit and then starts to tap the side of my hood with the tip of his tongue while his fingers curl toward the front wall of my core.
That’s when I just freaking lose it completely. I’m awash in sensations.
He’s doing so much stuff to me all at once that I can’t even keep track of it.
My pink bits have become oversensitive at this point, and the gentlest push of his tongue against my clit makes me jump in pleasure as I feel myself getting even more wet. He delivers a series of side-to-side rapid little licks to my nub that nearly make me pass out, and I feel my climax barreling toward me at full force.
He moans in pleasure as he comes up for air. "Shit, you're so fucking juicy, baby. You're drenched! I can feel you dribble on my lips and all over my beard. Give me more! I need more, Trudy! I can feel your little cunt twitch on my tongue. You wanna come, sweetheart?"
I want to say yes , but I can't find the words. I can just mewl in pleasure as I clutch his head to my center.
He kisses my lower lips like he did the ones on my face. “Your honey’s getting even sweeter… your orgasm’s getting closer.”
I feel my heart in my throat at his words, and I’m hyperventilating like there’s no tomorrow.
Jordan throws one of my legs fully over his shoulder and dives into my pussy even deeper. “Come, baby! I’ve got you! Don’t be scared! Come right the fuck now! I want… no! I need to feel you go off like this! Don’t deny me!”
That’s the last thing I want to do.
At this moment, there’s nothing I wouldn’t give to this man.
“Jo-Jordan!” I gasp.
He blows cool air on my clit before nipping it with his teeth and then continues to nibble down my sodden folds.
Finally, he slips his fingers free of me and drives his tongue into my channel before my walls can close up again. His thumb presses down on my clit while he licks inside of me hard and fast, fucking me with his tongue like he did with his fingers. I just go off like a bomb, screaming my head off, my heart pounding fast in my chest; tears sliding down my cheeks at the intensity of my climax.
I’m clutching Jordan’s head to me so hard I’m afraid I’m hurting him, but I can’t get my fingers to listen to me and relax. I’m gripping his hair and pushing my core into his lips with every undulation of my body.
“Oh! My! God! Jordan!” I tense up and go rigid, nearly coming off the desk and sending the both of us crashing to the floor.
Jordan’s big, warm hands clasp firmly on either side of my hips to keep me from throwing him off of me, his fingers digging into my softness, his mouth still latched around my sensitive clit.
I slowly come down from my devastating orgasm, my lungs burning and my throat parched, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I feel his nose tickle my clit as he breathes me in, and a little airless moan leaves my lips.
“Fuck, I love the taste and the smell of your pussy cream, my little cupcake! I could spend a week between these lush thighs of yours and never want for anything else.”
At his words, my pussy contracts again, and I feel a rush of liquid heat gush out of me and onto his waiting tongue. He laps every single drop like it’s ambrosia and groans my name, followed by an oath; his sexy grunts, and the feel of his tongue ripping another baby-orgasm from me.
I pant as I take stock of my body. I feel like a limp noodle wrapped in Jell-O.
My fingers slacken on his head, and I start to caress the short locks of hair I’ve been pulling like reins for I don’t know how long.
Holy Moly. What just happened to me?
Am I still alive? Am I still on earth?
I look down the length of my body and meet the sky-blue eyes of the owner of my heart.
He kisses the damp little blond curls at my mound and the inside of my thighs, eyes still on mine. “How you doing, sweetheart?”
I huff out a little puff of air. “Never better, but I don’t think I’m still on earth. I think you killed me.”
He chuckles deep into his chest as he moves up my body until he’s hovering on top of me, hard cock nearly purple with need, pre-cum dripping onto my belly in a steady stream.
“I think that’s only fair, baby. You’ve been killing me with sweetness since the first time I saw you.”