CHAPTER 10 #3
The second that fluid hit her mouth, Miley went completely crazy.
She didn't even wait for me to sit all the way down—she reached up, her powerful hands grabbing the cheeks of my ass and dragging my pelvis violently down onto her face.
Her tongue buried itself deep inside my opening, moving with a wild, frantic desperation that felt like she was trying to eat her way straight to my soul.
She was licking me like her literal life depended on it, her tongue hitting my G-spot from the outside while her lips closed tightly around my swollen clit, slurping it down with a terrifyingly dominant pressure.
"OH FUCK! MILEY!" I screamed out, my head tossing back as my hands flew to her shoulders for balance. My knees went weak instantly, my thighs shaking violently above her face as she tore into my cunt.
"Yes! Get all that Vitamin T, bitch!" I moaned out, my voice loud, hoarse, and entirely ghetto-fabulous as I ground my wet pussy all over her nose and mouth, forcing her to swallow everything I had. "You need all this energy for your fancy-ass office today! Eat it up!"
Miley pulled her face back for a literal fraction of a second, gasping for a quick breather, her lips covered in my slick cream. "Vitamin T? Vitamin T as in Terra, bitch?"
"Good, you catch on real quick," I cooed out above her, my hips rolling in a heavy circle. "Now stop talking and go back to eating my fucking pussy!"
Miley didn't say another word—she slammed her face right back into my crotch, her tongue darting inside me with an aggressive, punishing speed.
She held onto my hips with a vice grip, her fingers bruising my skin as she devoured my cunt, her tongue lapping at my clit with a relentless, heavy rhythm that had me completely trapped.
Within seconds, the internal pressure built up to a violent peak, and I began squirting like crazy all over her face, my juices spraying across her eyes and dripping onto the pink yoga mat beneath us in a chaotic flood.
"Eat my ass too, baby!" I wailed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I reached down with my own hand, my fingers furiously rubbing my pulsing clit while her mouth stayed buried in my heat.
Miley shifted her focus instantly, her tongue sliding out of my pussy and driving straight into the "O" ring of my asshole, tongue-fucking me from behind with a wet, heavy force that sent a shockwave straight to my spine.
The sheer intensity of the double-stimulation was too much—my body gave one massive, final heave, and I climaxed again in no time, my entire system short-circuiting as I collapsed forward onto her chest.
Before I could even process the fading aftershocks of the orgasm, Miley caught me by the waist, using her brute strength to flip me completely off her face and roll me onto my back against the wet rubber of the yoga mat.
She came up over me instantly, pinning my shoulders down in a heavy missionary stance, her face burning with a wild, insatiable lust.
She didn't give me a single second to recover.
She dropped her head down, her mouth locking back onto my pussy while she reached down with her right hand, slicking her fingers in the massive puddle of fluid beneath my ass.
She took three of her long, slender fingers and thrust them deep inside my opening in one heavy, aggressive motion.
"Oh god, Miley! Wait—" I choked out.
She didn't wait. She began pumping her three fingers inside me with a hard, relentless, high-speed rhythm, her knuckles knocking against my labia while her tongue licked and lapped up the remaining juices from around my perineum and anus.
She was hitting my G-spot with a terrifyingly precise force, over and over, until my internal walls began to contract violently around her hand.
"Miley! Stop, for real! I can't—"
"Shut up, Terra, and cum for me again," she growled against my thigh.
She pumped her fingers harder, her wrist flexing as she drove deep into my center, and within seconds, she made me squirt all over again.
I tore into a frantic frenzy, my body thrashing like crazy across the pink yoga mat, my fingers clawing at the empty air while my eyes rolled completely into the back of my head, my nervous system totally overloaded by the sheer physical dominance of her touch.
But as the pleasure began to level off, a sudden wave of fierce, stubborn pride hit my chest. I didn't want to be the only one left completely helpless on the floor today; I wanted to have the upper hand.
I wanted to see Miley completely stripped of that cool, corporate composure she always carried around.
I waited until her grip relaxed just an inch, then used my feet to push against her shoulders, forcing her back. I sat up quickly off the wet mat, my breath coming in short gasps as I crawled around her body like a cat, positioning myself behind her thick backside.
"My turn, bitch," I grunted.
Miley let out a low, surprised chuckle, but she didn't fight me.
She dropped her chest down onto the yoga mat, resting her chin against her forearms, and reached back with both of her hands, grabbing the cheeks of her own thick ass and spreading them wide apart, opening her entire backend up to my face.
The sight was absolutely spectacular. Her pussy was still swollen and glistening from her previous orgasm, and her asshole was a tight, perfect little ring sitting right above it, surrounded by the deep, smooth skin of her thick cheeks.
The scent of her sweat, her musk, and her fluids hit my nose like a drug.
I didn't hesitate. I leaned all the way in, my mouth opening wide as I began eating her from the back.
I ran my tongue in deep, heavy, circular motions directly over the "O" ring of her butthole, lapping up the saltiness of her sweat and the remnants of her fluid, completely loving the raw, dirty texture of the act.
I didn't care about being clean; I wanted to consume every single piece of her.
Miley let out a deep, trembling moan that shook her entire frame, her body reacting perfectly to my tongue-lashing. She began wiggling and twerking her massive backside right over my lips, her pelvis rolling in a slow, heavy rhythm that forced my tongue even deeper into her business.
"Bitch... you're getting entirely too good at this shit," Miley declared, her voice muffled against the yoga mat as her body began to shudder violently from the anal stimulation alone. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that with your tongue?"
"Thanks for the compliment, girl," I panted, breaking my mouth away for a split second to catch my breath before kissing the outer edge of her bunghole. "I have an amazing-ass teacher. I just do exactly what you do to me, but I do it harder."
"You damn right about that," Miley cooed, her voice dropping into a thick, heavy purr as she kept shaking her ass against my face.
I shifted my focus down, my tongue sliding out of her ass and burying itself right back onto her fat clit, pulling and slurping at the engorged pearl with a fierce, rapid suction while my fingers reached around to stroke her inner thighs.
The double-assault was the final straw—Miley’s back arched, her hands gripping the edges of the yoga mat so hard the rubber began to tear, and she soaked the mat all over again with a massive, heavy wave of cum, squirting heavily across my chin as she hit a screaming, toe-curling climax.
Later, once the chaos finally slowed down, we rolled over onto our sides, our bodies completely naked, wet, and covered in a mixture of sweat and fluids from head to toe.
We pulled each other close, our lips meeting in a slow, passionate, heavy kiss that felt entirely different from the frantic sex we had just pulled off.
It was sweet, lingering, and completely filled with a heavy, suffocating warmth that made my chest tighten.
My hands moved down to maul and grope her thick ass cheeks, pulling her lower body tight against mine as the morning sun warmed our wet skin.
I looked into her dark eyes, my heart hammering against my ribs with a sudden, terrifying weight that had nothing to do with sex.
"God, Miley..." I breathed out, my voice dropping into a soft, vulnerable whisper right over her wet lips. "I think I’m falling in love with you, for real."
The second those words cleared my teeth, the entire atmosphere in the living room turned to absolute ice.
Miley’s eyes didn't just narrow—they went completely dead, the warm, lust-filled heat that had been burning in them just a second ago evaporating into a cold, corporate wall of pure detachment.
Before I could even realize what was happening, her hands came up against my chest, and she pushed me off her with a hard, aggressive shove that had my back hitting the hardwood floor beside the yoga mat.
She sat up instantly, her long box braids tossing over her shoulders as she stared down at me with a look of pure, unadulterated anger.
"What the fuck did you just say, Terra?" Miley hissed, her voice dropping into a dangerous, razor-sharp whisper that made my stomach drop. "I know your dumbass didn't just say what I think you said."
I sat up slowly, my street pride instantly flaring up to cover the sudden, bruising hurt in my chest. I looked at her, my chin tilting up defiantly despite the fact that I was completely naked and covered in her fluids.
"I said what I said, Miley. Why you acting like I just confessed to a murder or some shit? "