Chapter Nineteen #2
His tongue drags up my stomach, starting at my belly button, up between the valley of my breasts, before he swirls his tongue around both nipples.
I feel the liquid again, this time on my mound, and then his tongue sucking the skin around my pussy to collect all the traces of liquor.
He spreads me open, licking me all over from my clit all the way down to the space just above my asshole.
His licks are wild and uncontrolled, like he’s hungry for me, and I’m the first thing he’s eaten in weeks.
His hands find my thighs, digging his nails into the skin as he tosses my legs over my shoulder and continues to fuck me with his mouth.
“I fucking love your taste,” he groans, and when I hear his breathing pick up, I wonder if he’s touching himself.
“Are you fucking your fist right now?” I moan as my orgasm begins to brew beneath my skin.
“You know I fucking am. Tasting this soft pussy always gets me hard.” I hear him spit, and I feel the extra wetness being spread around my pussy with his tongue. “God, so fucking good,” he moans, like he’s on the edge of his climax.
“Are you close?”
“Fuck yes, and you know when you come, it’s going to set me off. Make that pussy come all over my face, baby. I need it.”
“Oh my God,” I groan as I squeeze my eyes shut. The feeling begins in my toes, and I dig my heels into his back, eliciting the sexiest fucking growl out of him that makes my whole body vibrate.
“Oh, fuck yeah, get there, baby. You’re so close.
God, I’m going to fucking come so hard,” he says, and just as he sucks my clit into his mouth, I lose it.
I grip his wet hair harder as my entire climax sucks me under, making it feel like lightning is shooting through me.
My whole body tightens at the high before releasing one of the most intense orgasms I’ve had in a while, and I ride that high out against those perfect full lips.
He keeps going, fucking me through it when I hear him utter a loud and long “fuuuuuck,” while his mouth is still pressed against me.
“Shit, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s so fucking good.
Oh fuck, YES, such a good fucking girl,” he says through sputtered breaths.
“Sebastian!” I cry out because his tongue is still licking me like he has no intention of stopping, and my pussy is way too sensitive right now.
I push his head away from my sex, and when I meet his gaze, his eyes are darker than usual, which only happens when he’s really aroused.
His lips are wet, and I can see my orgasm in his beard, making my cunt tingle again, my previous orgasm forgotten and already desperate for another one.
Before I can speak or move, he’s yanked me off the counter and has me bent over the couch just as his hand comes down hard on my ass, once, twice, three times, prompting a scream out of me between each smack.
Despite the fact he just came, I can feel his hardness at my entrance, then he’s inside me fucking me harder with every thrust. “Can’t get enough of you,” he says as he drills into me from behind.
His fingers tighten their grip on my hips as his hard dick rapidly fucks me.
His balls slap forward, hitting my sex with every thrust, and I moan at the feeling.
I raise my hips higher, and I feel my feet leave the floor, then my ankles are in his hands as he ruts into me.
“You’re going to make me come again,” he groans, and one of his hands leaves my ankle to smack my ass again.
“Wild, fuck, that feels good.” I can feel him so deep in this position, and the thought of him shooting his cum deep inside me pushes me closer to the edge.
“So good taking Daddy’s dick like this,” he praises, and my clit throbs in response.
His thrusts grow harder and more erratic, and I can tell he’s chasing his orgasm.
“Oh fuck, you’re going to make me come. Oh, fuck yes,” he roars.
He expands inside me before he comes long and hard, his dick pulsing with every final thrust.
He finally stops thrusting before he pulls out slowly and gently lowers my feet back to the floor. He kneels behind me, giving my lower back and ass cheeks light kisses in response to all of the smacks. “Was I too hard?”
I shake my head. “No, never.”
“You know you can tell me,” he says, pressing another kiss to the heated skin.
“I know. I can tell you anything.” It was rare that I felt I couldn’t tell Wild something. Even from the beginning, he’s always been my safe space, and I’ve felt comfortable telling him anything and everything.
“Good girl. Don’t ever forget that. My job is to make you feel safe.” He rubs my ass gently, still giving it gentle kisses before he spreads my cheeks and places a gentle kiss there too, before swiping his tongue over the hole.
A spark flashes through me before congregating between my legs, and when I turn around, he’s giving me a devilish look.
I’d brought down the strap-on and the bottle of lube while he was in the shower, and I’m glad I did.
The urge to be a little messy is strong, and I don’t want to ruin his sheets.
“Go to the living room,” I command, and he obliges.
This was the only time I controlled every aspect of our sex.
Most of the time, Wild is in control, and occasionally, I’ll give my input, but when I peg him, I do everything.
I go into his linen closet to grab a towel and a sheet and the whiskey from the counter, having the perfect idea of how to get us started. I move into the living room and spot him on the couch, running his hand over the toy. “We’re doing this here?”
I nod. “Is that okay?”
He looks at the whiskey in my hand. “Of course, it is. Where do you want me?”
I put the sheet down first and then the towel, in hopes that it won’t leak through to his carpet. I reach out, running my hand over his cock that is still somewhat hard even after coming twice. “Hands and knees.”
He presses a kiss to my lips before he does as I ask, getting on his hands and knees as he faces the lit fireplace. Its crackling is the only thing I can hear as I slowly lower myself behind him.
“Didn’t think it was fair you got to have all the fun with the whiskey.” I giggle. I am officially past just tipsy and crossing into drunk after all the whiskey and wine, which is definitely why I'm preparing to do this.
Nasty Halle is right on schedule.
I unscrew the cap, and without another thought, I dribble some of it across his lower back. I rub my tongue across it, collecting the drops and causing him to moan.
“Oh fuck, Halle Grace St. John. What”—he lets out a shaky breath that I think is brought on more by lust than anything—“are you about to do?”
“You know,” I tell him as I run one finger between his ass cheeks. I press gently on his asshole, and he moans. “You know I like to do what I can to get you ready.”
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans. “God, my girl is so fucking nasty. I love you.”
“Love that I’m about to pour this whiskey down your ass for me to drink?
I guess you’re a little nasty too,” I tell him just as I spread his cheeks and pour it out between them.
Most of it hits the floor before I can set the bottle down, but I can still lick the traces left around his asshole.
I rub my tongue against the hole, rimming him, before moving down and dragging my tongue against his balls to collect the liquid from them as well.
He moans when I do this again, and again, and when I reach around to grab his dick, he’s hard as steel, so I know that he’s ready. “On your back,” I say just as I place a final kiss on his ass.
When he turns around, his eyes are hazy from the drinks but full of lust and love. “You amaze me, Halle. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“All yours.” I moan as I grab the strap-on and step into it, sliding it up my legs.
I grab the lube, remembering the rule of the more, the better.
I rub it all over the fake dick before rubbing it into his hole.
I do this for a few minutes, pushing my fingers into his ass, and every time, I add more lube.
“Fuck,” he groans when I go a little farther and insert a second finger.
I do my best to open him up, knowing that it’s been a while since we’ve done this.
“Halle,” he pants with a hint of a whimper, and I can hear the desperation in his voice.
“Fuck, I’m ready, baby. I want to feel you inside me.
Fuckin’ dying for it,” he begs. And I love that I have this man panting and begging for me.
“Who does this belong to?” I ask him as I take my position between his legs.
Sometimes we do this with me behind him, but there was something so intimate about watching each other while we did this.
He's watching my tits bounce while I play with his cock, all while I’m fucking him in the ass with a strap-on.
“You. Fuck, only you. It’s only ever been you.”
I hold the dick at his entrance and pour on a little more lube for extra measure both on the toy and his asshole, before sliding it inside him.
“Oh fuuuuuck,” he groans as his eyes flutter closed. “Holy fuck, I forgot what this felt like.” He draws a fist to his mouth before putting it over his eyes. I slowly push in a little farther, inch by inch. The strap-on was about six inches, and I was probably about halfway in.
“You okay?” I ask, my mind immediately going back to the first time we did this. He takes a deep breath and nods, giving me a thumbs-up, and I giggle.
“You know I just need a minute to adjust,” he says shakily as his hands land on my hips.
“Play with my dick,” he urges, and I oblige, rubbing my hand up and down his hard dick.
I rub my thumb across the tip, collecting a stray bead of cum, and drag it across my tongue immediately.
“You’re so fucking sexy it drives me crazy, Halle.
Fucking hell,” he groans as he reaches up to touch my tits.
“God, I want these in my mouth later.” He rubs his thumbs across the hardened peaks.
“Can’t wait until they have milk and I can drink from them.
” He smirks and heat flashes all over me, thinking about what that would mean.
I continue pushing inside him, my hand still on his dick, and for the first time, I pull out so that I can start to find a rhythm as I work it back inside him.
“Yeah… like fucking that,” he says through gritted teeth. He lets out a breath through his nose, then I see his teeth digging into his lip.
“Too much? Does it hurt?”
“No. Just… intense. Fuck, I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
“Mmmm, good,” I moan, knowing that when he comes all over his chest, I’ll be cleaning it up with my tongue.
I begin moving a little faster, but I still haven’t bottomed out yet. I’m still fucking him with shallow, slow thrusts. “Saint, I’m ready,” he tells me as he opens his eyes and drags his salacious gaze all over me. “Fuck me, baby.”
Leaning forward, I put both of my hands on the floor next to his forearms and increase my speed. I fuck him faster, harder, chasing my climax as well, because something on my side is stimulating my clit while I’m fucking him.
“FUCK,” he roars. His eyes are wide and staring straight at me as I continue thrusting, then I feel his hand between us fucking his fist. “God, that’s good. That’s so fucking good.” His eyes are closed again as I really begin to fuck him deeper and harder with each thrust.
“Wild,” I moan.
“Yeah? Goddamn, I love that it feels good for you too. Love that your greedy cunt can get off while you’re fucking my ass.”
My mouth falls open. Wild and I are no strangers to dirty talk, but something about this makes us extra filthy.
“You close, baby? Try to hold off a little longer. I want to give you a little more, and then I want you to drain your dick all over my tits,” I tell him.
“Yeah… longer…” I can tell he’s ready to come now. “Wait for you…” he says, and I wonder if the alcohol and this position are making him a little delirious.
“Goddamn, you have such a tight little ass,” I groan. Even though I can’t feel it, Wild and I both get off when I say some of the things he does when the situation is reversed.
“Oh fuuuuck. Halle, I’m there. Shit, baby, I’m there.
I’m coming. Holy SHIT, keep going.” He strokes his cock furiously while I’m banging my pelvis against his ass, and then I feel the heat of his cum exploding across my chest, and when I look down, there is so much cum fucking everywhere.
On my tits, his torso, and some as far up as his neck.
Some of it slides down his dick and to his ass, and I can feel it on my thighs as I slow my strokes.
I get up on my knees and hold his thighs down while I slowly pull out of his ass.
There’s a love-drunk, dreamy smile on his face, and a chuckle leaves his lips once I’m fully out of his asshole.
“Holy shit, that was incredible,” he murmurs. “But you need to come, so come put your pussy on my face while my body learns how to work again.” He chuckles before starting to stretch some of his muscles.
“Baby, you don’t have—” I start, knowing that this position can take a lot out of him.
“I don’t know where in that statement you heard a question, but I didn’t ask,” he says, with a pinned look.
“Yes, Daddy.” I giggle before I move up his body and lower my pussy to his lips. His chest and stomach are still covered in his cum, so I get into the sixty-nine position to clean him up. I drag my tongue across his skin, lapping up his cum while he fucks me with his mouth.
He doesn’t stop until I come. Twice.