17.
Y ou know when someone says their life flashes before their eyes during a near-death experience?
Yeah, I go through the exact same thing every time Cignette edges me on and demands something from me.
If dying because of an ever-growing arousal is a thing, then I’m pretty sure I’m on the precipice of falling into a six-feet deep grave.
Made mostly of gravel fused with my unconditional devotion towards this woman.
My cock strains against the confines of my underwear, making me clench my jaw as pinpricks tingle my lower back because of it.
Cignette’s mouth upticks in a challenging smile as she looks at me, proving my point of just how much she affects me, simply by being herself.
I unzip my pants, keeping my eyes on her.
Her expression darkens beautifully, which makes me chuckle.
“Fucking menace ,” I mutter, hooking my thumbs under my waistband and pushing both my pants, and my underwear down my legs.
As I bend to get them completely off, I make sure to press a chaste little kiss on her enticing lips, which only serves in getting me harder.
She glances at my cock, then up at me. “If Viagra ever needs a brand ambassador…”
I laugh as I kick my discarded clothes to the side. “Oh, fuck off, Cigs.”
She chuckles, then drags the pad of her index finger over my aching crown, coating it with my precum. Bringing the finger to her mouth, she parts her lips and sucks it clean, right before giving me a wink that has me grinning down at her.
“Undress me,” she orders, stepping closer to me.
“Fuck yeah,” I hiss out, then push down the straps of her dress, watching as the glimmering fabric pools at her feet in a soft whoosh.
She knocks it to the side with the tip of her heels, then gently nudges her head downward. “Take off my thong.”
I kneel before her, doing as she’s asked, and then, because I’m a sick fuck, I bring the lacy fabric to my nose and inhale the heady, potent smell of her.
Cignette whispers a curse, and when I look up at her, she swallows and says, “My heels – take them off.”
I throw her thong over to where her dress is. “Oh, baby; I’m not doing that, because that shit – it’s staying on .”
She purses her lips. “A footwear kink? You’ve surprised me yet again, Ledger.”
I chuckle. “Gotta keep you on your toes somehow, don’t I?”
“Pun intended?”
I scoff and shake my head.
She grins, then places her right leg over my shoulder, bringing my attention straight to her glistening pussy. “Put your tongue on me,” she commands. “And in me, too, while you’re at it.”
I match her grin. “Of course,” I muse, grabbing her ass. Ghosting a breath over her hardened clit, I let her whimper above me, then press a kiss on it before taking it into my mouth.
Cignette cries out as she places a hand on the counter for support, and uses the other to bunch my hair in a vise grip.
I bob my head as I run my tongue over the length of her cunt, swallowing every drop of her musky cum. She tastes perfect, and smells even better. I’m losing my mind right now, and can’t help but grunt when my cock twitches painfully.
“So good,” she whispers, rocking her hips forward. “ Fuck .”
I hum against her, then tighten my hold on her ass as I suck on her pussy lips. “You like it, Little Swan?” I ask, then spit on her clit before grazing my teeth over it and taking it into my mouth again.
Her thighs tremble around me. Yes…” she hitches out. “Christ, yes .”
“Good. Now bring those wild fucking eyes on me, come on,” I instruct, then smirk when she looks at me. Sucking on her nub one more time, I drag my tongue lower, then slowly push it into her tight entrance.
Cignette tips her head back and moans my name, and her grip on my hair intensifies.
I spank her once, fucking her with my tongue, then do it again when she laughs and rides my face with abandon.
“I’m close,” she says, gazing down at me again. “My God , you’re the most artful motherfucking thing I’ve seen. How the…” She groans, biting her bottom lip. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?”
I laugh against her, then thrust my tongue into her faster.
“ Dor …” she mouths, then pushes her hips in my face as her body shakes, and her orgasm takes over her.
My tongue – slick with her release – slips out of her, so I go back to eating her out, relishing the feel of her cum as it fills my mouth and paints my chin.
Cignette rides out the waves without restraint, then slows her pace as she works on steadying her breathing. “Mmm…” she smiles lazily. “I think you broke my brain. Like, it’s gone. Decimated, shattered, blown the fuck off.”
I chuckle as I gently take her leg off my shoulder, then get to my feet. “You can’t help but be dramatic, can you?”
She flashes her teeth at me. “I’m satiated, okay. Gimme a break .”
I smile, bringing a hand to her face, then run my knuckles over her cheek.
Dragging them lower, I straighten my fingers and let them linger over the soft column of her neck, feeling her erratic pulse against them.
She’s watching me with slightly hooded eyes, which spurs me on.
I grab her delicate throat and squeeze it, then yank her forward, making her grin up at me.
“Clean your cum off my chin,” I grit out.
Her grin widens, and she rises on her tiptoes before licking my chin, moaning when she reaches my mouth.
My hips thrust forward as her breaths brush my lips, so I tighten my hold on her throat and kiss her.
She opens for me without hesitation, then presses her nails into my pecs as she claws at me.
I tug at her bottom lip, then groan and suck on it when I feel her skin tearing under my teeth.
The moment I taste her blood, I move back a little and look at her.
She looks back at me, then runs the tip of her tongue over the bruise I just gave her, swiping away beads of blooming blood off it.
“Look at you,” I whisper, then loosen my hold on her throat before cupping the back of her neck. “You’re absolutely breathtaking when you bleed for me, Little Swan.” I kiss her again – unrelentingly, roughly – sucking, nipping, and swallowing every little sound she makes.
She digs her nails into my skin further, puncturing it, then breaks the kiss before saying, “Fuck me already, Dor. I need you inside me.”
I kiss her one more time. “I gotchu.” Turning her around, I make sure we’re both facing the large mirror on the wall in front of us.
Running my lips over the shell of her ear, I breathe her in, then lift her left leg before placing it on the counter.
“Spread those thighs for me, will you, sweetheart?” I command.
Her chest rises and falls at a steady rhythm, and her heels make a faint screeching sound against the marble as she does what she’s told.
Her bottom lip is still bleeding, and it’s such a pretty color on her that I’m left speechless for a second as I study her beautiful features under the glaring lights in the room.
She pushes her ass against me, to which I chuckle.
“So eager,” I muse, then wrap an arm around her middle before pulling her flush against me.
Bringing a hand between my legs, I grab my cock, then run its crown over her soaking cunt.
“So ready for me,” I say against her temple, then push myself inside her, letting go of a breath as she stretches so goddamn easily for me.
Cignette hisses and arches against me, so I pull her back and snake a hand lower, pinching her clit.
“Fuck,” she breathes, then brings a hand behind her before fisting the hair at the base of my neck. “More; I need more, Dorran.”
I let go of my cock and grab her left breast, then thrust my hips forward, entering her fully. “ Jesus ,” I hiss, then pull out before pounding into her again. Her peaked nipple brushes my palm, so I knead her tit before rubbing the pink nub between my thumb and forefinger.
“Yes,” she rasps, and her body shakes a little. “Faster, Dor. God, faster .”
I piston my hips in and out of her, and every time I push my cock all the way into her, my piercing hits her in the right spot, making us both moan out loud.
Cignette fists my hair tighter, making me grunt as pain shoots through my scalp, then rolls her waist back against my cock as she moves with me.
I look at our reflection in the mirror. Both of us are flushed, sweaty, and with each one of my thrusts, her breaths hiccup, and her mouth falls open as she rides me just as hard as I’m fucking her.
I briefly hold her jaw, and then, with the pad of my thumb, I smear the blood that’s on her lip, to her cheek. “You’re absolutely gorgeous when I make you bleed,” I praise.
She grins when our eyes meet, and I wink at her, rutting into her compliant pussy faster, then slap her clit hard enough that she cries out.
“ Fuck you ,” she spits at me, pulling at my hair.
I laugh, then rotate my hips and push them forward, making her suck in a breath. “You are, aren’t you?” I slap her clit again, then start circling it over the wetness that’s now on my fingers.
She clenches around me, and I continue pumping into her, pinching her nipple and kissing every exposed inch of her skin that my lips can touch.
“Baby,” I breathe out, feeling a buzz in my ears.
“I fucking love how your wet little cunt squeezes around my cock.” The smell of her perfume, along with my cologne and our sweat permeates the air, driving me to fuck her harder.
I bring my face into the crook of her neck and suck on her skin, and when she leans into it, I feel my balls draw up.
“You close?” I ask her, kissing the skin I’d just sucked.
My heart is beating so fast right now, and my head feels heavy with the need to let go.
Cignette nods, breathing unevenly. She loosens her grip on my hair and starts massaging my scalp, and somehow, that action triggers my release. My vision goes hazy, and the buzzing in my ears increases. My shoulders shake, and a roar rips out of me as I come, shooting my load into her.
She joins me a moment later, pushing against my frame and moaning my name as she orgasms all over my cock.
I can feel the hot slickness of our releases as I slow down, so I pull out of her and turn her around, then lift her up and sit her down on the counter. “Spread your legs,” I croak out, still reeling from the mind-breaking orgasm.
She’s utterly disoriented as she swallows and looks down at me, but still, she widens her legs for me.
I get on my knees, then hook my arms under her thighs.
“Dor, what–” She gasps when I lean in and start eating her out.
The taste of us combined is fucking incomparable, and I go mad as it hits my throat and overwhelms my already haywire senses.
“ Ohmygod ,” Cigs whimpers, then yanks at my hair. “Come here.”
I move back and get to my feet, then brace my hands on either side of her when she fuses our lips together.
I open up and let her taste us on me; let her suck on my tongue and fuck my mouth. She grabs my face and kisses me harder, and I can only do so much to keep up with her.
Cignette brings out a crazed desire in me. She makes me boundless to control, unafraid of being myself when we’re together. With her, I can be whatever the fuck I wanna be; do whatever the hell I wanna do. And that, right there, is one of the many things that makes her perfect for me.
She breaks the kiss, then sighs around a warm smile. Gazing at me, she touches her forehead to mine, then bumps my nose with hers. “That was…”
I give her a soft kiss. “Extraordinary?” I provide.
She laughs. “Hmm, something like that.”
I chuckle as I wrap my arms around her waist. “So, you wanna check out the shower before we head out?”
She jerks her head back so fast that it takes me by surprise.
“I’m sorry, what ?” she asks, seeming shocked. “ You wanna check out the shower ? Are you even the same person from a few minutes ago, or was the sex so good that it fucking transformed you?”
I shift on my feet. “I mean, we do need to clean up.”
“Has Anaheim fallen?” she says, then blinks. “It has, hasn’t it? If I go outside right now, I’ll find the city in an apocalyptic mess. I will, won’t I?”
I scratch my jaw. “I’m going to kill you,” I tell her.
She dangles her legs as she snickers. Yeah, she fucking snickers. “You love me too much to do that,” she states smugly.
“Doesn’t mean you don’t make me wanna strangle you.”
She tilts her head a little, showing me my faded finger imprints, and the now-darkening hickey on her neck. “But I like it when you strangle me.”
Aaaaand I’m hard again – just like that.
I lift her in my arms, and she laughs as she wraps her legs around me. “We’re taking a shower,” I say to her, more as an order than a statement.
She clicks her tongue. “Okay, but only if you bend me over in front of the glass panel and fuck me against it first.”
“Even if Anaheim is currently in shambles?”
She aligns her face with mine, then presses a long, sound kiss on my lips. “Oh yeah, especially then.”