Chapter 40 #2
Dragging me backwards by the hips, he situates me exactly where he wants me, with my knees spread indecently wide on either side of his head, and my fluttering pussy above his face.
He pulls me down and spears my center with his tongue. I cry out in surprise and fall to my hands for support. Suddenly, my inexperience is the last thing on my mind.
Connor licks me like his favorite dessert and when I open my eyes, his dick is right in front of my face. I may not have read the book, but I understand the assignment.
Supporting myself with one arm, I fist his cock stroke him firmly. He groans into my pussy, his tongue rimming my entrance.
I’ve never sucked him off from this direction, but it shouldn’t be too different, right? I brace my weight and take him in my mouth, surprised this side of his cock feels different against my tongue.
I take my time exploring and experimenting. I love learning Connor’s body. I want to play him like an instrument and make him mindless with pleasure.
It’s difficult to concentrate when every flick of his tongue brings me closer to heaven.
I hadn’t registered my hips were grinding shamelessly into his face, his beard scraping addictively against my clit.
I pop off him to catch my breath, saliva trailing from my swollen lips to the head of his cock.
“Baby, oh my god. What are you doing to me? Your beard feels so good.” I roll my hips, greedily taking my pleasure from him.
He lifts my pussy off his mouth enough to speak. “I’d live between your legs if I could.”
He licks a warm path from my clit to my ass. I jerk away from the sensation, but Connor doesn’t let me. He does it again and again until I relax.
I shamelessly ride his mouth, losing myself in pleasure. My blurred vision clears when I see his poor, neglected cock weeping pre-cum.
I want to give Connor the best head of his life, so I suck him between my lips and brace both hands on the bed. I bob on his cock with no regard for the mess dripping down his balls to his taint.
He’s so big I gag nearly every downstroke, but I don’t care even as tears blur my vision.
The harder I work, Connor amps up his efforts on my pussy. An orgasm hits me like a crashing wave. My legs lock and my pussy spasms against Connor’s mouth. The intensity of my pleasure has me sucking his cock relentlessly
“Fuck. Baby, you’ve gotta stop.” Connor pants, jerking a hand to where my mouth sucks his cock, stopping me. “I don’t want to come yet.”
Delirious from my orgasm, Connor has to roll me off him to my back.
I vaguely process his body position on top of me, but I wake the fuck up when his huge cock slams home, deep inside me.
“Connor, oh my god, you’re too big,” I moan, squirming away from his monster cock.
“No, doll, it’s just right. You were made to be filled by me. Relax for me, baby,” he coaxes.
It’s always this way. The initial shock of being split in half gives way to mind-bending ecstasy.
“I…can’t think. Or…move. Please…use me,” I whine.
“Fuuuuuck, Delilah.” He’s feral and I’m living for it.
“You want me to use you? Use this tight little cunt to get off?” Each thrust gets harder until I have to tangle my hands in the comforter to stay in the pleasure zone.
“Yes. Use me. Take what you need, please. I want you to come,” I beg.
“Jesus christ, I love it when you beg for me. Where do you want me to come? I’m close.”
“Come inside me.”
Connor stops fucking me instantly. “What? Doll, we haven’t talked about kids or anything,” he says, softly, but not afraid. My heart warms and I know I made the right decision.
“I got an IUD placed four days ago,” I admit. We’ve been so exhausted from wedding preparations and ranch work, we’ve barely had time to kiss let alone fuck. His eyes search mine, waiting for more explanation, dick still hard inside me.
“It’s copper, so it’s effective immediately. It’s good for ten years, but if we ever decide we want kids, I can get it taken out.”
“Did it hurt?” he asks, combing my sweat drenched hair from my forehead.
I don’t want to upset him, but I’ll never lie to him. “It did—badly.”
He tries to pull out, but I grab his ass keeping him inside me.
“It hurt for a couple of minutes, but now I don’t feel anything at all. I promise. I got it because I want all of you. I want you to come inside me,” I confess.
“You’re so brave, doll. I never would’ve asked you to do that. You’re giving me a gift and I want you to know how amazed I am by you.” He kisses me deeply, his thrusts resuming in a slow, sensual drag.
We move as one, his hips snapping faster until sweat beads on his brow.
“I’m getting close again,” I whine. Connor tilts his hips and the head of his cock hits that magical place that sets me on fire.
“Come for me, fuck, I can’t hold it. COME!” he snaps.
A few more pumps and I fall off the cliff into a slow thrumming orgasm, Connor’s hot seed filling me until we’re spent.
He collapses on top of me, and I rub my hands across his sweat covered back, kissing his neck reverently.
“I love you so much,” I say between kisses.
“You have no idea how much I love you, doll,” he says into my shoulder.
We lay in bliss for a few moments until his weight becomes too much for me. He rolls off and scoops me into his arms. He walks us to the enormous en suite and I reach to turn on the shower.
We wash off the wedding, sex, and sweat with lazy hands and indulgent kisses. I feel guilty for missing the end of the wedding reception, but only for a moment—because as Connor wraps his naked body around mine beneath the covers, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.