45 #2
Pleasure rolls over my body, and I swear it causes me to levitate. I’m drowning in ecstasy, high off her mouth. I can’t stop spilling inside her. Even when I’m done, I stay as I am, attempting to gather my ragged breathing and compose myself, but when I get a look at her, I lose it all over again.
“I wish you could see yourself,” I breathe out, my chest heaving. “Your mouth is stuffed with my cock. You look…fuck…” I wet my dry lips and pull out. “Open up, let me see.”
She’s gasping for air, staring at me with tear-filled eyes and a mouth full of cum. “I don’t know what sight I like best. You like this or when you’re sitting on my face.” I cup her jaw. “I guess you can swallow now.”
I tsk, huffing out a tired sigh.
“I can’t”—she breaks off with a pant, licking the cum that trickled out of her mouth—“fuck you, Sylas…”
“Yeah, you will,” I flippantly say, dragging my gaze over her hot as fuck naked body. I stare at her piercings, her stretch marks, and every inch of her skin. “I guess it’s your turn now.”
I don’t tell her what I’m doing. She knows what’s next, what I need her to do, what I want.
“I hate you,” she grits, her eyes narrowing into deadly slits. “I can’t believe you got off before me.”
I shrug impassively and lie on the bed, flat on my back. “Anna, shut the fuck up and sit on my face. Now.”
Without a fight, she’s turning around and crawling over to climb on top of me. My mouth waters as I look at her, admire her body, her round and plump ass, how her knees settle on either side of my head and her drenched pussy hovers over my mouth.
“Sit, I’m ready to eat.” I groan as I cup her ass cheeks and draw her down onto my waiting mouth.
I love nothing more than eating Anna out, especially when she’s on top of me.
I love the way she rides me, how her thighs squeeze around my head, and how desperate she gets when she’s close to coming.
And if I edge her enough, get her close but pull back just when she’s about to climax, I can get her to squirt.
It’s not always easy to make happen but fuck, do I love working for it.
“Oh, Sy…” She gasps and moans, body bowing off me when I drive my tongue inside her, curving my palms around her ass to play with her asshole.
I’m breathing harshly against her, my nose hitting her pulsing clit with every rock as she rides my face. As I push my tongue as far as it’ll go inside her, I feel her walls clench around it madly.
Anna is almost there, her body shaking and her moans becoming frantic pleas. She begs, cries, and when I feel her about to let go, I slip out of her, panting as loud as she is.
“Fucking hell, Sylas! I can’t…” She blows out a fatigued breath. “I need to…”
I smirk against her, then lap my tongue over her pussy and swallow. I hum, savoring how she tastes and the wanton sounds leaving her mouth.
“Remember when you said you hated me?” I nip her lip, earning a hitch-pitched yelp. I soothe the sting, dragging my tongue over the sensitive skin. “Well, I’m about to make that really happen.”
“No, you—” She drops her head, biting her lip before the moan escapes her mouth when I suck her clit.
I flick my tongue fast over it. Enjoy how it throbs and the sounds she tries hard to conceal.
She attempts to climb off, but I hold her still, my fingers still on her asshole.
I tease the rim, feeling it twitch beneath the pads. “Stop, I can’t—Sy…fuck…”
I pause only to say, “Say that five-letter word and I will.”
“I hate you. I fucking…” She mumbles incoherently as she continues to ride me. “I hate you,” she says, out of breath.
“Hmm” is my response as I lick her in a way that could actually be depraved. My tongue is everywhere, touching and grazing every crevice and spot I can get into. It’s beyond erotic how we sound, how she moves so frantically, how her thighs squeeze my head until I’m covered in her dripping arousal.
I’m hard as fuck, leaking pre-cum. I feel it glide down my shaft and more builds at the tip. My cock throbs, ready to be inside her. But it’s not her mouth I want; I need to be inside her pussy.
She’s almost there again. She’s practically screaming, begging that I let her this one time, but I’m an asshole because I don’t.
She palms her face, muffling her frustration, then looks at me. “No way you just did that again? I swear I’m going to leave you,” she threatens.
“No you won’t.” I grab her hips, guiding her off my face and down my torso to where I want her. “I won’t allow it. I will tie you up if I have to. Chain you to my bed and keep you here forever.”
She smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Not gonna happen.”
“You think I’m playing?” I grab my erection and center it when she’s hovering over it.
“I prayed for you. I begged whoever was listening to put you back in my life. I bartered with my soul, promised I’d do just about anything to get you back.
And I do, I have you back. If you think I’m letting you go, you’re sorely mistaken.
The earth will have to pry you from my cold dead hands before I ever lose you.
” I rub her pussy, smearing my pre-cum over her.
Her eyes soften and her smile morphs into something tender. But then I’m urging her to sink down.
“We can have this moment later, but right now, I need you to sit. I need to feel you.” I draw my gaze to where our bodies meet. She lowers herself, and I watch as the crown disappears insider her.
I glance up at her, capturing the moment her eyes flutter and roll and she’s biting her lip. Her hands are on my chest, holding her up as she continues to sink. She takes me inch by inch until I’m all the way inside her and her ass is pressed against my balls.