Chapter 6 Aureo #2
She shuddered against me and I could tell she was getting close just from me playing with her ass alone. Her body was growing as taut as a bow-string. She only needed something final to throw her off the edge of that cliff.
“Aureo,” she whined again.
“I swear to God, Phoebe. If you don’t tell me, I will leave you just like this.
You have five seconds to tell me before I walk out the door and I will never look at this precious piece of ass again.
Better yet, I will put duct tape on this pussy so every time you look at another man, you’ll remember pulling it off like a wrathful little whore. ”
Five. The moans and whines continued.
Four. I let go of her left leg, but she instantly wraps it around my other shoulder, locking both of her legs around my head. The new position instantly makes her tighter against my fingers and I groaned from how forcefully I began to shove my fingers into her. It had to be painful at this point.
Three. The tendons and veins in my forearms bulged from the exertion of pounding into her. Her moans elevated to an ever-higher octave and I swore I could have come all over that damn couch in just that moment.
Two.
“Phoebe,” I nearly shouted at her. I meant what I said, but I really didn’t want to walk away without her cum all over my hand.
“I want you to hurt me! I want you to abuse me. Bruise me, smack me, wreck me. I wanted you to fuck me as hard as you possibly can and teach me how to be good for you. I want you to fucking keep me if you can do it,” she screamed, the sound filled with tortured sobs.
“Please, Aureo. I’m begging you. Please let me finish. I want to do it so bad. Please!”
Fucking finally.
Would you look at that? I’m a teenage boy who found out what the clitoris was.
“Since you learned how to ask nicely, baby,” I groaned into her, finally diving down into her pussy, licking all the way from her taint to her clit.
Her hands immediately went to my hair once more as my stubble rubbed against her swollen flesh.
My tongue circled her bud before I gave it all of my attention, sucking and nibbling.
“Oh, oh, oh fuck,” she moaned against me, bucking her hips into my face wildly, taking whatever she needed.
For the first time tonight, I let her do whatever she wished.
I was a starved man for this girl and I needed it just as badly as she did, even if I pretended like I didn’t.
Within minutes, her legs were shaking wildly.
“I’m gonna come, Aureo. Fuck, I’m gonna come. ”
I released her clit to pound into her ass even harder, slipping in a second finger.
“Come for me, little girl. Give it to me. Cream all over me. Let’s see how tight this ass can get, yeah?
” I said, struggling to even get the words out as my own hips gyrate into the couch.
I could feel my own orgasm crashing through me, just from getting her off, and it took every morsel of my soul to hold off from denying my cock and impregnating the goddamn couch.
Phoebe clenched even tighter against my fingers as she screamed out my name. Her back nearly bowed entirely off of the couch, with her weight being supported solely from her grip on my shoulders and her own head digging into the rough texture of the red material beneath us.
“Oh my God,” she cried out, eyes squeezed shut.
I dove my head back down to drink everything she could possibly give me.
Her hips bucked into my mouth in overstimulation, but it didn’t stop me.
Seconds, hours, days, or an eternity later—any amount of time wouldn’t have been enough—she gradually rode out every wave of her orgasm until she collapsed in a heap of exhaustion.
Sweat lined her thighs, stomach, neck, and every crevice of skin available to the eyes.
What a little devil.
Knowing that the abuse she had endured would have made her ultra-sensitive for the time being, I transitioned all harsh movements into gentle glides of my tongue and fingers, drawing out her orgasm as much as possible while cleaning all of the juices and cream that I possibly could.
Her moans and whimpers slowly faded into soft sighs, and when I looked up into her face, I was met with a sleepy, gentle smile.
She winced slightly as I moved her hips to the end of the couch before gently removing my fingers from her rear.
I see. So, orgasms calmed the brat.
I was going to be okay with that.
“Sorry, baby girl,” I whispered halfheartedly.
“Shut up,” she mumbled with a smile. Her hair may have well matched a lion’s mane and it was an erotic sight itself—even without the nearly naked woman attached. There would always be something so stunning about a messy woman, and it was a damned shame they tried to hide it from us.
Standing, I groaned as my body stretched from the cramped position I was previously in. Yet, still achingly hard, I fisted my cock with my right hand, moaning loud and clear. Looking down, I found the tip nearly purple with soul-crushing need.
Grinding into the couch certainly did not relieve the need whatsoever.
Phoebe perked up automatically, twisting to remove her shirt. I groaned as her tits practically bounced from the movement.
Thank fuck she wanted this as much as I did.
She giggled, though it ended in a moan when I leaned forward and pinched one of her nipples. I never stopped the ministrations on my own body—even as precum started building at a rapid pace and I could feel my core clenching. “Round two?”
She spread her thighs again, dipping her fingers back in between her wet, pretty lips. “If these are the orgasms I get, I am totally going to keep you.”
My heart soared. “Is that a promise?”
She swirled a piece of her sex-crazed hair around her finger, biting her lip. “I don’t know. You could be horrible in bed. Don’t you know the saying?” I watched as she started rubbing her clit achingly slow, groaning softly. The insides of her thighs were creamy and slick.
“What saying?” I growled out.
A giggle met me. “You need to ride the horse and make sure it’s right for you before you buy it and ride it forever.”
This.
Fucking.
Girl.
“Get on your fucking hands and knees, little girl.”