Sinner Chapter 8 #4
“I’m not doing it as some form of payback.
I want to touch you the way you did me. I need to feel your hot, hard cock in my hand.
I want to know what you taste like and what you look like when you achieve completion.
I need to know what it’s like to have your cock in my mouth as you spill your cum inside of it. ”
“Jesus,” I hissed, unable to say more.
“Let me touch you, taste you, Reign. Please,” Anastasia pleaded.
I took a deep breath and blew it out. Then, I kissed her urgently. It lasted for several moments before I let go and pushed her back so she could see my zipper.
“You do whatever you want. That includes stopping if things get out of hand or you’re ready to be finished,” I roughly told her.
Anastasia’s face showed excitement as she slid further down my legs, making enough room between us so she could undo my jeans. She had them undone in a blink. That’s when she discovered I wasn’t wearing any underwear. My cock peeked out, straining to be free. She gasped.
I shuddered when she ran her fingertips down the shaft and then back up to circle the head, where she gathered precum.
When she lifted her hand, she held my gaze as she sucked her precum-covered digits into her mouth.
Her moan made my cock jump. Anastasia thoroughly cleaned them before removing her fingers from her mouth.
“I need more,” she rasped.
And just like that, she pushed herself to my shins, grasped the sides of my waistband, and tugged.
I helped by lifting my ass off the lounger so she got my jeans pulled down to my mid-thighs.
Her hand came up to grip the base of my cock and to cup my sac.
I groaned. My groan grew louder when she stroked up and down my length as she kneaded my balls.
However, what made me shout was when she lowered her head and sucked the head of my cock inside her hot mouth.
Not only did it feel incredible, but I discovered my woman knew how to worship my cock. She did it more than to reciprocate for the fingering I gave her. I could tell when a woman liked giving head versus when she did it out of a sense of obligation.
As more of my shaft disappeared in her mouth, I brought a hand to rest on her head.
I didn’t push her further down on me. I let it rest there.
When she’d hit an extra sensitive spot, I’d hiss and flex my hand in her hair.
It seemed to make her pump, suck, and take my cock deeper when I did.
Everything she did felt amazing, and I told her that.
But all too soon, I felt the urge to come rising within me.
“Anastasia, I’m getting close. You’d better stop, or you’ll get a mouthful,” I warned.
My toes were curling, and the tingling was moving toward my lower back and into my sac. Her response wasn’t to let go of me. Instead, she took my cock deeper and increased the suction as well as the stroking.
Seconds later, I threw back my head and growled as my cock kicked repeatedly in her mouth. She swallowed every drop of cum I gave her. When I finished coming, Anastasia gently lapped up and down my length, cleaning away any residual cum. I sat back in the lounger, panting.
“You tasted divine, Reign,” she whispered.
“Christ, you’re a miracle, baby. Come up here,” I said, as I leaned to grasp her under the arms.
I tugged her up until I could reach her mouth. Our kiss was slow, but exploratory. It lasted a while. When we drew apart, I knew what I wanted.
“I want my mouth on your pussy. I know I had a small taste, but it wasn’t enough.”
Anastasia whimpered, but she nodded.
“Take off your bottoms and then come straddle my head,” I requested.
I watched as she scrambled off the lounge chair, then dropped her shorts and panties on her chair.
I lowered the top half of the lounge chair, leaving me almost flat.
I held her hand and helped her to straddle my head.
Anastasia placed her feet on the rooftop deck.
I grasped her hips and pulled her down to my mouth.
She tried to hover rather than sit on my face.
“Place your pussy right on my face. Don’t you dare worry about hurting or suffocating me. I want to be surrounded by your scent and covered in your sweetness,” I growled.
Her body relaxed, then she sat fully. And that’s when I fucking went wild.
I used my tongue, lips, teeth, and fingers to drive her out of her mind and soak my face in her essence.
Once she got over worrying about hurting me, Anastasia began rocking her hips back and forth on my mouth.
I held onto her plump ass cheeks and guided her where I wanted her to go.
She coated my face and beard in her stickiness. I worked her until she had not one, but two orgasms. With her slumped almost off my chair after the last one, I maneuvered her so she rested on my chest. I pulled the blanket I had given her earlier over her and made sure she was warm.
As she lay there, humming, I let my mind drift. Tonight I’d gotten more than I dared to wish for. And while I was very satisfied, I craved to go all the way.