10
Larz
She looked up at me with need, putting her gorgeous, glistening pussy on full display. Without a word passing those gorgeously red, swollen, pouting lips, I had her answer.
I kissed the exposed softness of her thighs that poked through the ripped hole in her tights. Every inch of her skin exploded a new, intoxicating flavor over my tongue. As much as I ached to devour her, I needed to savor the moment she decided to let the monster in.
“Please, Larz,” she curled her fingers into my hair, tugging me closer to her soaked center. “I need you.”
Fuck. She had my knees going weak. She could get anything she wanted out of me. Absolutely fucking anything.
I teased her lips, flicking each side of my tongue closer and closer to where she needed me. I massaged my fingers through her wetness, spreading her wide so she could really feel me.
“Is this where you need me, baby?” I whispered, my lips brushing against her clit.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, her hips jumping to meet me, “please.”
I couldn’t make her wait another second. I licked her entire length, letting her clit rub between the split in my tongue as I gathered her essence. I groaned, repeating the motion.
“Does this pussy taste good?” My little firecracker was back, and I could taste the confidence leaking onto my taste buds.
“Fucking amazing,” I pressed a kiss onto her clit, “you taste like mine.”
“Oh, shit,” she pulled me hard into her. I looked up at her as I flicked both sides of my tongue. “That feels so fucking good.”
I cupped her ass, squeezing my fingers into the soft flesh. Every drop of her that I swallowed down sent me deeper into a frenzy, the predator inside me needing to claim its prey.
She squeezed around me as I slid my tongue inside her, pushing in and out with the rhythm of her hips. She coated me with her arousal, dripping down my chin and onto my neck. I drank her down like she was the water I needed to sustain me.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck, just like that. Just…like…fuckin…that!” Ilona struggled through every word and it drove me wild.
I replaced my tongue with my fingers and looked up at her writhing on the counter.
“Do you want to come for me?”
“Yes!”
“Look at me, beautiful.”
She pushed herself up on her elbows, looking at me through hooded eyes as she panted. When our eyes met, she tightened around me.
I slowed my pace just a bit, “I need you to do something for me first.”
She whined, her hips bucking, chasing my fingers as I slid them out.
“Tell me who this perfect pussy belongs to.”
She gasped, tightening around my fingertips. I used my free hand to push her shirt and bra up, exposing her taut, brown nipples. I pinched it before slapping her breast firmly.
“I need to hear you, Ilona. Tell me it's mine.”
“It’s yours, it's yours! This pussy is yours, Larz. Please let me come.”
I leaned down, sucking her nipple into my mouth to soothe the reddening skin. “That’s my good girl. Are you my good girl, Ilona?”
“I’m your good girl, please let me come.”
I pounded my fingers into her, sucking her clit into my mouth as I flicked my tongue around it. Almost instantly, she clenched around me so tight, I could no longer pull my fingers out. I kept them inside, rubbing them inside her as she rode out her orgasm.
“You fuck me so good, Larz. I love it.” She let out a final scream before melting into the cool marble counter.
I released her clit with a loud pop and licked her clean, saving my fingers for last. The need to haul her upstairs and have my way with her all night burned deep, but I knew I would lose control.
She had accepted me for now, but I couldn’t be sure how she would react to a mind connection, let alone a mating sting.
“Look at me,” I commanded as I stood over her.
Her eyes were heavy with satisfaction as she watched me suck my fingers into my mouth with a groan. Now that I’d tasted her, there was no way she would ever get away from me.
I stepped forward, cupping her swollen pussy with one hand and her cheek with the other.
With the haze of sex and arousal wearing off, I was surprised she didn’t shy away from me.
I made sure to keep my eyes shifted and dark, testing her.
She leaned into my touch, clutching my heart in her sweet hands.
“I don’t take intimacy lightly. From this moment on, you’re mine. Do you understand me?”
“Yes. I’m yours.” She looked so perfect, freshly fucked and flustered with a deranged little smile on her face.
I lifted her into my arms, kissing her all over before placing her gently on her feet.
“Go get cleaned up,” I slapped her on the ass, relishing in the beautiful bounce, “I’ll finish up dinner.”
Watching her shuffle up the stairs, clothes and hair disheveled, and settling at the stove to finish our food just felt right. It didn’t feel like we had just met only a few days ago, but like we had been doing this same routine for years.
I needed no confirmation, but I was more sure than ever that with Ilona is where I needed to be, and with me is where she was meant to be.
She didn’t waver when I showed her just a sliver of my true self.
She accepted it with no hesitation. Somehow, I knew she would take whatever I gave her, and I never wanted it to end.
I wouldn’t let it end.