Chapter 13 Mandie #2
His free hand slid up, palming my breast, his thumb rolling my nipple between his fingers as his tongue worked the other. The dual sensation had me seeing stars, my vision blurring.
“Your tongue is too fucking perfect.”
He groaned against my skin, the vibration making my toes curl. His tongue flicked faster, harder, like he was trying to devour me. My tank top was ruined, soaked through, my nipples aching and swollen. I yanked it off, baring myself to him, and his breath stuttered.
I stood up for a second, just long enough to tear off my sweatpants and panties and climb back on top of him.
“Don’t stop,” I demanded, my voice a whip crack. “Lick me.”
His gray eyes darkened, pupils blown wide as they locked onto my bare tits, the tattoos snaking down my arms flexing. His tongue was still thick, still glistening from where he’d been dragging it over my nipples.
His tongue twitched against his lower lip, like he was already tasting where he wanted to be. Fuck, that look alone made my pussy clench. I wasn’t just wet. I was dripping. The air in the room felt heavier, charged with the kind of electricity that made my skin get goosebumps.
“I'm the babysitter now,” I purred, dragging my fingernails up my thighs, watching his gaze follow the path like a starving man tracking a meal. His tongue flicked out, just a quick, unconscious lap at his lips, and I felt it between my legs.
A fresh pulse of heat, a throb that made my knees weak.
With one sharp shove, I sent him toppling with his back falling onto the couch.
The leather squeaked under his weight, the sound mixing with the thud of his skull hitting the cushion.
He didn’t even try to catch himself. Just let me manhandle him, his gray eyes wide and dark with something between fear and want.
I didn’t give him a second to recover. Swinging my leg over his head, I straddled his face, my knees digging into the couch on either side of his cheeks.
The position arched my back, thrusting my tits forward, and I felt his throat work again, his tongue pressing against me like he was already imagining how he’d use it.
“Fuck,” he gasped, the word muffled against my pussy. His hands flew up, fingers curling into the couch cushions like he was afraid to touch me without permission. His breath came in short, sharp bursts.
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on the back of the couch, my tits swinging heavy between us. His gaze flicked up, locked onto them for half a second before I grabbed a handful of his messy black hair and yanked his head back. His scalp tightened under my grip, his lips parting on a pained hiss.
“Eyes up,” I growled. “Look at me when I talk to you.”
His lashes fluttered, his gray irises meeting mine, glassy with submission.
Fuck, he was perfect like this. Trembling, obedient, his whole body coiled tight with the effort of holding back.
I could smell how bad he wanted me. The musk of his arousal was thick in the air, mixing with mine, making my head spin.
“You’re gonna use that gift of yours,” I said, my voice dropping into a dark, commanding purr.
“Stretch that fucking tongue out and get it inside me. As deep as it’ll go.
” I rocked my hips again, dragging my soaked pussy over his mouth, feeling the shape of his lips through the lace.
“And you’re gonna move it exactly how I tell you. Got it?”
Donovan’s chest heaved under me, his fingers twisting into the couch hard enough to whiten his knuckles. “Yes,” he choked out.
A slow, wicked smile curled my lips. “Good boy.”
I released his hair, sitting up just enough to give him room.
His tongue was already extending, the tip pressing against my opening, testing, teasing.
I could see the muscles in his throat working as he pushed it out further, the flesh glistening, thick and veined, stretching longer, longer, longer.
“Fuck,” I hissed as the first real press of it hit me. My hips jerked involuntarily, my nails digging into the leather of the couch. “That’s it. Stretch.”
Donovan groaned, the sound vibrating against my clit. The tip of his tongue, now easily eight inches long, dragging up through my folds with a slow, deliberate stroke. My breath punched out of me, my back arching, my tits thrusting up toward the ceiling.
"Fuck, yes!” My voice broke, my thighs trembling. The tip of his tongue was thicker than most cocks from my ex-boyfriends. My fingers flew to his hair again, gripping hard, my hips rolling down to meet the intrusion.
“Just like that. Get it in me. Move your tongue a little to the left. Fuck, right there!”
Donovan moaned, the sound muffled against my pussy, and then his tongue elongated further, the muscles in his jaw bulging as he forced it deeper.
The stretch was obscene, the pressure perfect, filling me in a way no other man was capable of.
I could feel every ridge, every muscle, the way it pulsed as he worked it inside me, inch by slow, delicious inch.
“Yes! Fuck, don’t stop!” My voice was a wreck, my words dissolving into gasps and whimpers. My free hand flew to my tit, my fingers twisting my nipple hard enough to hurt, the pain grounding me as his tongue breached me. “That’s it, deeper! Fuck, you’re good at this!”
His tongue curled inside me, the tip pressing against my front wall, and my vision whited out for a second. “Don’t you dare move from that spot!” My grip in his hair turned brutal, my hips locking down, my pussy clenching around the thick intrusion. “Just stay there! Work that spot!”
It was a spot I didn't even know I had. A spot I didn't know was possible to reach.
Donovan whimpered, his breath hot against my thighs, his tongue pulsing inside me like it had a mind of its own. I could feel him trembling, his whole body strung tight with the effort of holding still, of obeying.
The realization that he was this close to the edge already, that he was aching to please me, sent another rush of wetness flooding around his tongue.
“You like that, don’t you?” I panted, grinding down, my clit dragging against the flat of his tongue where it pressed against my entrance. “You like being told what to do. Like being a good boy for your babysitter?”
His response was a broken, needy sound, his tongue twitching inside me.
I smirked. “Good. Because you’re mine now.” I released his hair, sitting up straighter, my hands going to my panties. “And I’m gonna use you.”
Donovan’s eyes snapped up, his gray irises blown wide, his lips stretched obscenely around the base of his tongue where it disappeared inside me.
The sight of it, of his mouth sealed around me, his tongue filling me, his whole expression one of worshipful desperation, sent another jolt of pleasure through me.
His tongue moved, stroking in slow, deep pulses, the muscles in his jaw flexing with the effort.
I could feel him learning me, memorizing the way my body reacted, the way my breath hitched when he hit just the right angle.
My fingers flew over my clit, my other hand dropping to his throat, my thumb pressing against his Adam’s apple.
His response was a choked, needy sound, his tongue throbbing inside me.
I could feel the way his tongue pulsed inside me, learning the shape of my cunt like he was memorizing it.
Every flick, every curl sent a jolt straight up my spine, my nails digging into his scalp as I rode his face harder.
He was looking up at me like I was the only thing in the world worth worshipping.
“You’re good at this, baby. Too good.” His tongue twitched in response, pressing against that spot inside me that made my vision blur. I groaned, my head falling back, my grip on his hair tightening. “But you can do better.”
His chest seized, just for a moment. I felt it against my lips, the way his entire body tensed like he was waiting for another command. And fuck, I loved that. Loved the way he needed me to tell him what to do.
“Take your dick out,” I ordered, my voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that made his pupils blow wide. “Now.”
He fumbled with his belt, his fingers shaking as he yanked his zipper down.
The sound of his pants hitting the floor was drowned out by the wet, filthy noises his mouth was making against my pussy.
I didn’t even have to look to know he was hard.
I could sense when his cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the tip already glistening. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly.
“Stretch it,” I demanded, my hips stuttering as his tongue hit that perfect angle again. “I want it longer. I want to feel you in my ass while your tongue’s still in my pussy. You’re gonna fuck me in both holes, Donovan. And you’re gonna love it.”
A broken sound tore from his throat, half moan, half whimper.
His hands found my hips, his grip bruising as he guided himself toward me. The first press of his cock against my asshole made me hiss. He was big, too big. But that was the point. I wanted to feel every inch of him forcing its way inside, wanted to feel my body give way because I demanded it.
“Slow,” I growled, my nails raking over his scalp. “Or I’ll make you start over.”
He nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pressed forward.
The stretch was immediate, burning, his cockhead breaching me with a slow, relentless pressure.
I bit my lip hard, my other hand flying to his throat, my thumb pressing against his Adam’s apple.
His pulse jumped under my touch, his cock throbbing inside me as he inched deeper.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my body fighting the intrusion even as my cunt clenched around his tongue. “You’re huge, baby. Look at you, stretching me open.”
His hips jerked, his cock slipping another inch inside, and I felt it, every ridge, every vein, the way his length seemed to coil inside me, filling me in ways that shouldn’t have been possible.
My ass burned, my pussy dripping, my entire body caught between pleasure and the delicious ache of being split open.
“More,” I demanded, my voice a snarl. “All the way.”
He obeyed, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew there’d be bruises later.
His cock sank deeper, deeper, until his pelvis finally pressed against my ass, his length seated fully inside me.
The stretch was obscene, the fullness almost unbearable.
I could feel his cock throbbing in time with his pulse, his tongue still buried in my cunt, flicking lazily like he was savoring the way my body clenched around both.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, my fingers tightening in his hair. “You’re inside me. Both holes. Fuck, Donovan, you feel amazing.”
His response was a broken moan, his cock twitching inside me, his tongue pressing deeper like he was trying to touch my womb. I could feel the way his body trembled, the way he was holding back, waiting for me to tell him what to do next. And fuck, that power went straight to my head.
“Move,” I ordered, my voice rough. “Fuck my ass while you eat me out."
He didn’t need to be told twice.
His hips rolled upward, his cock dragging out of me before slamming back in, the stretch making my eyes roll back.
His tongue matched the rhythm, lashing against my clit, his lips sealing around it to suck.
The dual sensations were too much. The thick, ridged length of his cock reaming my ass, his tongue swirling and flicking against my most sensitive spot, his fingers digging into my flesh like he was afraid I’d disappear.
“Oh, god!” My voice broke, my body arching, my grip on his hair turning brutal. “Just like that, baby. Fuck, yes!”
His cock hit something deep inside me, a spot that made my vision white out, my pussy flooding his face.
He groaned against me, the vibration making my clit throb, his cock pistoning in and out of my ass with wet, sloppy sounds.
I could feel myself dripping, my arousal coating his chin, his neck, his everything. And still, he didn’t stop. Didn’t dare.
His cock pulsed, the first jet of cum hitting me deep, his hips jerking wildly as he emptied himself inside me.
His tongue lashed against my clit, his lips sealing around it as he came, his entire body shuddering under mine.
The heat of his release filled me, dripping out around his cock, his cum mixing with my arousal, the obscene slickness of it making my toes curl.
And then, I shattered.
My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my back arching, my pussy clamping down around his tongue as my ass milked his cock.
I screamed, the sound raw and broken, my fingers clawing at his scalp, my thighs locking around his head.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, my vision whiting out, my body trembling violently as I came, my release soaking his face, his neck, his everything.
My voice was a wrecked gasp, my body still convulsing, my ass clenching around his softening cock.
His tongue slid out of me with a wet, obscene sound, his cock slipping free as I collapsed forward, my chest heaving. He caught me, his arms wrapping around my waist, his face a mess, glistening with my cum, his lips swollen, his gray eyes dark with satisfaction.
I cupped his face, my thumb brushing over his bottom lip. “Look at you,” I murmured, my voice rough. “Such a good boy."
His breath hitched, his hands sliding up my back, his touch almost reverent. “Did I do okay?”
I laughed, the sound low and throaty. “Baby,” I said, pressing a kiss to his forehead, my lips lingering against his skin. “You did better than okay.”
Now that the sex was over, all I could think was, what the fuck did I get myself into?