20. Black Lace
Finn
Courtney’s lust-filled eyes lure me in once again and I lean down to connect my lips to hers. They’re soft and plush and slightly parted, inviting my tongue inside.
Courtney is beautiful, intelligent, and talented, all of which encourage me to take my time with her. Be slow. Be kind. Be a gentleman. But Courtney is also red hot with sinfully full curves and gorgeous tits that make my cock ache. All of which encourages me to pound myself into her until she’s blind from pleasure and screaming my name as she rides through the waves of her third or fourth orgasm.
I push on her small shoulders a bit harsher than intended, coaxing her to lie flat on her back. She does so complaisantly, looking up at me with those doe-like brown eyes that have haunted my dreams since the moment she set foot in my town. She’s awaiting instruction but I know there’s only a 50% chance she’ll follow them even if I were to give them. Courtney’s bratty disobedience is something I love about her. She’s a mountain you can’t bend or move against her will; she has to want it for herself, and the fact that she’s here with me now means she wants it. She wants me and that turns me on more than I care to admit.
I grab at either side of her dress, which is now clustered around her center, keeping my eyes on hers as I pull the material down. She raises those glorious hips to help me slide the fabric off of her, and once she’s free of it, I toss the dress to the floor alongside my shirt. Leaving her only in black lace panties that are far too easy to see through. Did she wear those specifically for me? Or does Courtney Berrycloth live her day-to-day life in frilly, sexy panties? Either way, both possibilities make me impossibly harder to the point where my balls are screaming at me for release.
I drop to my knees to level my head with the table and her lace-clad opening. “I’m ready for my dessert.”
My words are the only warning I afford her before I tear her panties in half. They rip away without resistance, just as they had last time, causing Courtney to gasp in shock as I discard the torn lace over my shoulder. I can practically see Courtney’s words die on her tongue as her jaw hangs open in stunned silence, her mouth drying out as I watch its moisture travel to her lower region. Without allowing her a moment of reprieve, I dip my head and lick her sweet cunt from its tight entrance to her swollen clit. My tongue fluctuates from flat to a point as I ascend her pussy. I’d gotten a taste of her sweet honey this morning and it had ignited a hunger in me that nothing will ever satisfy aside from her.
“Oh fuck,” she heaves as her core tightens, her body curling in an attempt to watch as my mouth works her.
“Your cunt is so sweet,” I speak freely, feeling comfortable enough to tell her all my impure thoughts that she deserves to hear. I’ve been described as rather reserved and quiet and, under most circumstances, I don’t like to use foul language. As a titled member of society I’m almost forbidden to but here, in this kitchen with Courtney, I’m just a man with a million dirty thoughts on his mind.
I tear myself from her pussy before I risk devouring her entirely. I gently touch my fingers to my beard which has been doused in her liquid heat. I pull my hand back, admiring the glistening creamy liquid now transferred onto my fingers.
“I-,” Courtney attempts to speak, maybe even apologize, for soaking my face but I cut her off before she can do something so unnecessary.
“Looks like you’re as excited for me as I am for you.” My voice is much lower and more sultry than I remember it being but the look on Courtney’s face tells me that that’s okay with her. “Show me how excited you are,” she demands breathlessly. My ears perk as if finally hearing the magic words.
“Gladly.” The word sounds like a threat and I suppose it is.
I dip my head once again and begin to enthusiastically lap at her pussy, worshiping her gorgeous body with each feverish pass of my tongue. I watch as the harsh pleasure pulses through Courtney’s frame, forcing her back to arch against the hardwood of the tabletop. Whimpering cries break from her mouth like little encores demanding I continue. I latch my hands to either side of her hips, holding her pelvis still enough for me to hit all those necessary spots.
Her right leg begins to quiver as she rolls herself against my tongue, aiding me in setting the perfect tempo to accompany her crescendo. She kicks her feet up onto my shoulders; the heels of her thigh-high boots dig into my trap muscles, but I hardly notice.
I dig my fingers unkindly into her flesh and bury my face deeper between her legs, attempting to drown myself in her honey and make her cum all at once. As I attack her clit more greedily, her leg begins to shake more violently, a primeval, feminine sound ripping from her.
“Oh, Finn, just like that. Don’t stop!” I didn’t plan on it, baby. I don’t move a goddamn centimeter or change my rhythm in the slightest, instead, I follow her exact instructions and within seconds I feel her pussy begin to pulsate below my tongue.
“Finn! Finn! Finn!”
She cries my name as her heels dig painfully into my muscles. I glance up at her face, watching as waves and tsunamis of ecstasy roll over her contracted body. I don’t dare stop until her muscles have relaxed and I’m sure she has finished for the first time but certainly not the last. She lies stagnate on the tabletop for only a beat of recuperation before she crunches into a seated position, staring at me in bewilderment. I only allow myself a second of pride before lowering my face once more so that I am again engulfed in her feminine scent. “Ready to come again?” My eyes dare her response, already in my readying stance.
“Not yet,” she lowers her heels from their position on my shoulders, prompting me to stand up straight. I rise to my full height without question, what Courtney wants Courtney gets. We both know her second orgasm will come, if not now, then later, and I don’t mind prolonging our time together one bit.
Her eyes trace the outline of my hard cock still trapped inside my underwear, sending a jolt of excitement to my enlarged member. Her gaze stays there, entranced, as she scoots to the very edge of the table and begins to peel my boxers down my thighs slowly. As she lowers the hem, my cock springs free from its taut confinement, mere inches away from Courtney’s face. Her eyes drink up the sight in a way that makes me want to propose here and now, the look of disbelief in her expression fueling my need to be inside her this very instant.
“God damn,” she mutters to herself, running her delicate fingers up and down my length, sending a shiver racking through my entire body. I let out a faint hiss caused by the pleasure that erupts from the trails left by her fingers.
Setting her awe aside, she motions to the table behind her. “Lay down,” she commands. I obey my little tyrant and lay back, my naked skin against the cold wood. I inchworm as gracefully as I can until my body is in the center of the table. Courtney wastes no time crawling on top of me, her arms pinned to either side of my head as she stares down at me contemplatively.
“Can you swim?”
“When required.” It seems like an odd question to pose right now but I answer truthfully.
“It’s required.” She states before pivoting on her knees and turning herself around so that her legs replace where her arms just were, spread wide on either side of my head. Her syrupy little cunt levitating inches above my face, the honeyed smell of her arousal flooding my senses. I feel the warmth of her plump lips wrap around the head of my cock, circling her tongue around my tip. I moan, now understanding exactly what is happening, and oh my God, am I ready for it. Courtney spreads her knees further apart, lowering her core closer to me, allowing my tongue to dive back into her as her mouth works me from the other end of the table. Now I understood the swimming question because damn, is she wet, soaked in fact; as soon as my tongue had found her swollen clit, candied liquid leaked down my chin. I feast on her once again, losing track of what is her arousal and my own drool as I do, pleased to have the flavor of her back on my tongue.
Although I can’t see her head bobbing, I can feel her mouth sliding up and down my cock, massaging it into euphoria as she uses her tongue to flick over the thick veins that rope around my shaft and the sensitive part below my tip. She knows exactly what she’s doing and the idea of her being well-versed in male pleasure admittedly makes me irrationally jealous. I have no claim to Courtney Berrycloth and I attempt to remind myself of that while my face is acting as her throne but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to stake my claim.
As I lap ferociously at her rosy bud, fighting for my resolve, I feel her leg begin to twitch once again beside my head. She’s close, and thank God because if we continue any longer, I might come directly into her pretty mouth. And that’s not where I want to leave my seed tonight.
Within seconds her lips are tightening around my base as she hums out moans as best she can with her mouth stuffed with my dick. I wrap my arms around her center and hold her still so that my mouth can fuck her until the very last second of her orgasm. I can almost swear I hear her moaning my name as she unravels on top of me.
Her seizing calms, and once I know she’s finished for a second time, I relinquish my hold on her middle and allow her to crawl off of me. Courtney rotates so that she is straddling me once again, this time with her entrance hovering above my well-coated cock.
“I loved you coming on my face, baby,” I tell her as I position my hands firmly on either of her full, sassy hips. “But I’m going to love you coming on my cock even more.” I use my grip to slam her down, effectively impaling her with my cock.
Her mouth falls into an O as she cries out in shocked pleasure. I admire the way Courtney looks in this moment, disheveled and raw, probably not dissimilar to myself. The two of us, just man and woman, reduced to our basic forms in this moment as I thrust up into her. The pleasure pulsing through me from one stroke of her precious pussy is unlike any glory I’ve ever experienced before. Maybe I’m biased but I just know that Courtney Berrycloth will be the best fuck of my life.
Her hands reach out for my chest, her long fingernails dragging down my front as she rides me, gyrating circles on my hips. Her cries and whimpers only intensify as she bounces on me, her tight walls squeezing me as she does. I can’t help but moan back in harmony as she works me deeper inside of her, using gravity to aid her. My cock fills her so perfectly, my tip stimulating her cervix as she seats herself completely flat on me.
She does her best to hide her exhaustion but I can see her muscles begin to grow weak. After multiple orgasms and the effort she’s exerting now, I can only imagine how tired she is. Now it’s my turn to put in the work.
“Allow me,” I offer. She hops off of me with a kiss and I push her forward sternly, coaxing her into the position I desire, on her hands and knees. Her beautiful ass and defined slopes of her muscular back are on full display to me now, as well as her entrance. I pause for a beat to take in the beauty of her glistening opening, her dark rose-colored lips, and her slightly more pink inner folds. It’s better than anything my mind could make up on its own - despite the multiple porn videos I had watched and jerked off to in order to get Courtney out of my system. My searches had read “tanned Cali brunette” and “fit brown-eyed girl,” but none of them were worth anything compared to Courtney.
I lean over her back, allowing my cock to slide past her soaked rose-petal-soft lips and brush her clit. My lips graze against the shell of her ear as I tease her.
“Please..” She begs in her soft voice, barely above a pant. Her arms are shaking with anticipation and fatigue as she waits patiently to be properly fucked.
“I’ll give it to you, beautiful. You’ll never have to work for your own orgasms again.” Another harsh exhale of approval from her. “I will always be the one to give them to you, I promise you that, Courtney.” I vow before I plunge myself deep inside of her. Courtney and I release unison hisses of pleasure as I roll my hips into her, ramming my length inside her, not allowing her time to acclimate to the pressure I’m causing inside of her.
“Fuck, Finn,” Courtney coos as her front half dips lower, her perfect tits smashing against the tabletop.
I reach around her waist and dip my fingers into her groin; I locate her clit and begin to massage it, earning me an approving cry. I coordinate my thrusts with the way I touch her, syncing my motions into a perfect melody of sensuality. Courtney’s shallow breaths and cries of eroticism alert me that she’s on the precipice of her next orgasm and honestly, so am I. I can feel the pressure building in my chest and my balls beginning to constrict. I’m not typically one for coming quickly but between the way I had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks and the way that Courtney’s pussy feels like heaven, I’m not surprised. Hell, I’m not even ashamed, I can’t imagine any man being able to last longer than an hour with Courtney. But then again, I can’t imagine any man with Courtney besides me.
I pump into her more aggressively, using this time to commit the tan lines of her muscular back and ass to memory, forcing myself to sear the image into my brain in case I never have the opportunity to see them again. As much as I don’t want to admit it, or think of it, right now especially, Courtney disappearing from my life is a real possibility. Either she’d be called back to the writing rooms of Los Angeles or she’d flee from me of her own accord, unprompted by anything other than my deception.
The mounting release in my lower stomach and the pulsing of Courtney’s inner walls bring me back to the moment as she screams my name once again but I barely hear her. Specks of darkness threaten the edges of my vision as I feel myself pouring into her, all my senses dulling except for one. My moans of pleasure mix with hers as my release overrides any resolve I have left in me. I fuck her disgustingly rough until the last drop of seed is milked from me and I’ve emptied into her entirely.
As I fall back from heaven and back to my drained body, I register Courtney’s flushed face looking back at me over her shoulder. Her caramel hair is a mess, and her mocha eyes are filled with an emotion that I haven’t seen in them before.
“You are going to ruin me.”