Chapter 9 Please Sit on my Face
PLEASE SIT ON MY FACE
DYLAN
I didn’t know it was possible for me to get so rock hard and yet not fuck her through the mattress.
Her eyes were all but molten lava full of lust. Her lips plump and pink as she bit them, watching me trying desperately to hump into her.
But it wasn’t enough.
So I had to pull her onto my face.
“But I need to eat you out. Now,” I said with a low grunt, her wetness soaked through my jeans. Fuck, why was I wearing them? Why was I still dressed?
“I’ve never done this,” she whispered, hovering above me, her voice shaky and unsure.
But fuck if that stopped the sick, perverted bastard in me. My eyes were glued to her sweet, perfect pussy, and it was all I could think about. My last meal. And maybe it was, because the second I tasted her, I knew I’d die a happy man.
“It’s okay,” I said, lying through my teeth. “I’ll take care of it.”
I should have warned her I wasn’t going to be gentle or a good boy.
But I didn’t.
“You just sit on me. Use my mouth. Please let me be your fucking toy tonight.” My hands slid up her waist, coaxing her closer, and when I caught sight of the soaked spot on her panties, my cock threatened to poke through the jeans.
She glanced down nervously. “I-I have to remove my stockings and panties.”
“Don’t move.” My voice came out low. Almost feral. “Let me.”
The sound of fabric tearing echoed in the room as I ripped through her stockings, then hooked my thumbs into the thin cotton between her legs. I almost groaned when my fingertips brushed her damp heat.
Fuck, of course it’s cotton!
I bit back the memory of younger Dylan in her laundry room holding her panties. The shame only fueled the ache in my cock.
Without any hesitation, I tore the last barrier off her body.
“I’m sorry,” I said, sounding not sorry at all.
Her gasp filled the air when I tossed the scraps somewhere in the room, already plotting to pocket them later, and then I finally looked.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“You’re bare,” I said, my heart dropping to my stomach and my cock straining painfully.
She was smooth. Her pussy was perfect. Her lips glistened, swollen and slick, her clit peeking out like it was begging me to suck it raw. I wanted to bury my face in her until I suffocated.
She squirmed, biting her lip, and it only made me grip her thighs tighter. “Got a Brazilian before… you know.” She shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal, as if it didn’t make my gut twist knowing someone else had their hands between these perfect thighs.
“Never again,” I growled, almost begging her. “I’ll learn how to wax. I’ll do anything for you—I will do it. Nobody else touches this pretty pussy.”
Her eyes widened, but I didn’t give her time to respond. “Please.” My voice cracked with desperation. “Sit on my face.”
“W-will you be okay?” she asked, her innocence cutting through my filth for half a second.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay drowning in the sweetest cunt I’ve ever seen?” I tightened my grip and dragged her closer. “Smother me with it, baby.”
Her cheeks flamed red, her chest rising in short, frantic breaths. “You have such a dirty mouth,” she said, scolding me.
“You’ve got no idea.” I smirked darkly, pulling her down in one swift motion. “Let me show you how dirty it can get, Katie.”
And then her perfect pussy was pressed against my face.
Ohmyfuckinggod.
I groaned so loud it vibrated against her clit, my mouth sealing over her wet heat. Fuck, she was delicious. Sweet and salty, dripping all over my tongue. I licked greedily, flattening my tongue to taste everything, sucking her clit into my mouth until she cried out.
“Oh, my God!” she gasped, clutching the headboard like it was her lifeline. Her thighs trembled around my head, squeezing tighter with every flick of my tongue.
I grabbed her ass and shoved her down harder, rutting my hips helplessly against my jeans as I devoured her. “Fuck, ride me. Grind that pussy on my face. I want you messy, wet, fucking dripping down my chin.”
Her moans grew louder and unrestrained as her hips kept moving. They were hesitant at first, then shameless as she rocked against my mouth. The taste of her made me dizzy and drunk.
“Yes, baby, that’s it. Use me. Fuck my mouth,” I groaned into her, tongue plunging into her hole before sliding back to lash her clit. “You’re perfect. My perfect little cunt.”
My cock throbbed violently, pre-cum soaking through my boxers, but I didn’t care. I could come untouched just from her taste.
I wasn’t going to last anyway.
Katie
I had never felt anything like this before. Not even my best vibrator could compare to the wicked things his expert mouth, tongue and lips were doing to me.
“Oh—” I gasped when the slick heat of his tongue flicked over my swollen clit, teasing it like he’d studied my body for years.
My fingers clawed at the headboard while his big hands grabbed my ass and dragged me down harder onto his face, refusing to let me hover. He wanted me sitting on his mouth. Wanted my weight. My pussy smothering him.
God, he loved it. Growling into my cunt, devouring me like I was the only meal he would ever crave.
My thighs trembled, my stomach knotted, and I couldn’t think or breathe. He wouldn’t let me. His tongue moved as if it had one mission.
To ruin me.
To make me lose myself completely.
I jolted when he spread me open with his thumbs, his tongue licking places I hadn’t even known were sensitive. The shameful sound that tore from my throat made my face burn, but I couldn’t stop bucking over him.
“Ohmygod. Ohmygod!” I cried, grinding against his mouth like I had no control, with my hands buried in his thick hair.
Even if I yanked out his hair, I was sure he wouldn’t stop eating me out and let me go. He was a man on a mission.
He moaned into me, and the vibration shot through my clit like lightning. His eyes found mine. Dark, hungry, and extremely filthy. That look alone nearly undid me.
“How does it feel?” he asked, licking a slow circle around my clit before curling his tongue inside me.
I gasped, whimpering. “Y-you know how.”
“Say. It.” His voice was rough, almost desperate. “Please. Wanna hear it from you. Tell me I’m making you feel good. Fuck, please.”
I bit my lip, too far gone to think. “Look,” I swallowed, shifting so he could see the mess between my thighs. “Y-you did this. You made me drip like this.”
He let out a low curse and then his control snapped. He shoved me down on his face, sucking and licking with obscene, wet sounds that filled the room. My cries grew louder and rawer, as the pleasure built and built, twisting me tight.
And then everything stopped.
My eyes shot open, frustrated, only to hear his husky growl. “Look at me.”
His gaze pinned me in place. “Open your eyes when you come, Katie. Don’t look away.”
My pulse thundered. Then, his mouth wrapped around my clit and sucked hard while his fingers slid inside me, curling exactly where I needed.
My body and mind broke. My orgasm tore through me, violent and unstoppable, leaving me shaking, gasping and clenching around his fingers while he milked every aftershock out of me.
“Dex,” I whimpered, collapsing forward, boneless.
But he didn’t let me go. His grip on my thighs was like iron. His mouth glistened with me, his lips wet and swollen, his eyes still burning.
“W-what are you doing?” I asked wearily.
“I think I need one more.” His voice was guttural. Like an animal. “Please. One more time.”
Before I could protest, he flipped me beneath him, spreading me wide, pinning me down like I was his prey. His face lowered, his tongue already sliding back where it belonged.
“Just one more,” he rasped, like he was begging himself as much as me.
And I knew right then that I was his for the taking.
What have I gotten myself into?