Dilynne #3
The first spurt hits the back of my throat, but I revel in it as he releases inside my mouth. And internally, I celebrate how quickly I was able to make this man unravel.
Oh my God.
Elliot just fucked my mouth, and it was so unbelievably hot.
My underwear is soaked, my thighs are practically shaking, but I barely have any time to think before Elliot pulls out of my mouth and says, “Don’t swallow. Let me see it.”
Fighting the instinct to swallow his cum, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, letting the milky liquid drip down my tongue and lips.
He uses his thumb to swipe my mouth clean and then pushes it back inside. “Jesus fucking Christ, Dilynne. You…are fucking perfect.”
I swallow as he helps me stand up and then walks me over to my Camaro.
“God, I want to defile every inch of you for making me come that fast,” he says, planting me right against the hood of my car as he unbuttons his shirt, releasing the buttons one by one.
“So you’ve thought about that, huh?” I tease him, eager to know what’s about to happen next, even though in my head, I’m still trying to process what the hell just happened.
But my body is completely alert and voraciously objects to the idea of us stopping.
The corner of his mouth lifts. “More than I care to admit, Dilynne.”
I reach out and stroke his cock that’s still half hard. “Funny. I never thought this would be something we would be doing…at all.”
“Do you want to stop?”
I shake my head instantly, fighting to keep my breathing even. “No. Not even a little.”
He pushes his shirt from his torso, revealing his well-defined chest and abs, and the happy trail of dark hair that leads to his cock that seems to be getting hard again already.
“Good, because this pussy is mine tonight, Dilynne. I’m going to eat you, finger you, and make you squirt.
And then I’m going to fuck you with my cock until you think I might rip you in two. Sound good?”
Um. Yes.
Why, yes it does.
“As long as we put ‘Death by Dick’ on my tombstone,” I say a little too breathlessly.
His chuckle is short, but when he cradles my face in his hands, I melt a little too easily. “Trust me, the last thing I want to do is fuck you to death. That means I wouldn’t be able to do it again.” His mouth descends on mine, kissing me deeply while I contemplate his words.
Again. Elliot made it clear he wants this more than once, and he’s already thinking about the next time.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks me between kisses.
“I have an IUD. I’m in the I-don’t-want-kids-club, remember?”
“Well, I don’t have a condom, Dil,” he says. “This wasn’t what I expected when I came here tonight, but I’m clean. I got tested after…”
“I believe you,” I say as my hand continues to stroke him. “And trust me, I want to feel this piercing.”
“Oh, you will, along with every inch of me until you can’t fucking breathe.”
Elliot unhooks my overalls and pushes them down to the floor. I step out of my boots and then the denim before reaching for the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and over my head, tossing it to the side.
Standing before Elliot in nothing but my bra and underwear makes me feel more vulnerable than I expected.
As if he senses it, he pulls me by the waist into his chest. “This would probably be a good time to tell you that I’ve jacked off with your bra about seven times since you left it in my office.”
My eyes bug out. “What?”
He reaches behind me and pops the clasp on my bra, letting it fall down my chest and arms before stuffing it into the pocket of his slacks. “This one will now be added to my collection.” Leaning forward, he takes my nipple into his mouth, pulling on the bud and swirling his tongue around it.
My head falls back as I moan, “Oh, shit.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to lick these nipples,” he mumbles around me while pinching the other one between his thumb and forefinger.
I bury my hands in his hair as he pays attention to my other breast. “Tell me.”
“You might think I’m crazy.”
“We’ve already established that you are,” I reply, on the brink of breathlessness.
When he releases my nipple with a pop and stands tall again, his eyes meet mine. “I just…” Cutting himself off, his eyes drop down to my body again. “Fuck, I just need to taste all of you right now, all right?”
My heart skips from the tone of his words, the caution laced in his voice, the fear that he might say something I don’t want to hear.
Hell, I’m already standing here practically naked in front of him. What could he possibly say that would make me feel more vulnerable?
I’m not shy about nudity. In fact, I love my body. I don’t have the biggest boobs and maybe a little more ass than someone my height should, but I’m confident in my sexuality.
I love sex. I love to feel good.
But something about this experience with Elliot is making me question why it feels different.
Uh, there’s not really time for you to analyze this right now, Dilynne.
Focus on the mountain of muscle in front of you that wants to taste you, shall we?
Elliot hooks his thumbs under the waistband of my thong, sliding it down my legs until it hits the floor. I barely have time to step out of it before he’s lifting me and laying me on the cold metal hood of my Camaro.
“Spread your legs open and let me see you play with that pussy.” Stroking himself, he stands in front of me, eyes locked on mine as he waits for me to comply with his command.
I slide my hand down my stomach until I find the soft lips of my pussy, parting myself and sliding a finger through my soaking wet slit until the slight friction across my clit makes me twitch. “Hmmm, already sensitive, huh?”
“What can I say? Sucking you off turned me on too.”
He pulls on his shaft again and then dips his finger through my wetness and returns his hand to his cock, using my arousal as lubrication while he continues to jack himself off. “Fuck, you’re so hot. So wet. This pussy is going to suck me in and take every inch, isn’t it?”
“Yes…” I mewl, working my fingers over my clit again, already feeling myself getting close to a release.
Elliot releases his cock, drops to his knees, pulls me forward along the hood, and then with one long drag of his tongue through my slit, lets out a groan that should be marketed as gospel music. “Motherfucker.”
“Elliot…”
That’s the only word I’m able to articulate because he covers my pussy with his mouth and fucks me with his tongue with a finesse I thought was only a myth.
Over and over, he swirls his tongue through every inch of me, circling my clit softly and building me up higher until every inch of me is burning for a release.
“Oh, fuck.” My hands land in his hair again. “Yes, like that.”
“I know how to eat pussy, Dilynne,” he mumbles against me. “But this pussy?” He blows his breath against my clit and then slides two fingers inside of me, curling them upward. “Fucking exquisite.” The tips of his fingers stroke me in smooth, even movements, hitting my G-spot over and over again.
“Oh, shit.” Leaning up on my elbows, I watch him between my thighs, his attention fixed on where his mouth and hand are making me come undone.
His fingers keep stroking that spot inside me while his thumb circles my clit, and a pressure I’ve never felt before builds between my thighs—almost like the urge to pee.
“Elliot…oh fuck. You’re—you’re gonna make me… ”
“Don’t fight it, Dilynne.” His voice is rough against my skin. “That feeling? That’s because I’m about to make you squirt, baby.”
“What the…”