27
Ilona
“We really should - oh, fuck!” The words stuck in my throat and Larz plunged her tongue inside me, using her fingers to work my clit at the same time.
“Really, should what?” She stole her warmth back from my needy cunt and looked up at me with a smirk.
“Shut up and eat my pussy,” I begged as I pulled on her hair, desperate to feel her fill me again.
She stayed in place, refusing to give me the relief I needed. “No, no. What you have to say is important, baby. What should I be doing instead of making my mate come all over my tongue?”
“Please,” the whine sounded pathetic, but I didn’t care.
“Hmm,” she teased me, planting soft kisses over my swollen clit. “Maybe we should stop and talk about it.”
Frustration took over as I bucked my hips, chasing her lips for any kind of friction. She backed further away with every attempt. There was only one way I could overpower her. I lifted my hips once more, not to reach her lips, but to give my tail room to bloom from the small of my back.
In seconds, I was in my new form with strength stewing in my muscles. Larz’s eyes widened, but before she could fully process anything, I used my strength to flip us both over. I pinned her arms down with my knees, positioning my dripping pussy right over her mouth.
“Please,” I grinded my clit over her, “please, shut the fuck up and eat.”
“You asked for it,” her eyes turned black. Her body shifted under me. “I’m not going to stop until you’re crying, begging me to stop. Remember your safe word, beautiful?”
“Strawberry.”
“That’s my good girl. Now ride my fucking face.”
A small gasp left my throat as she overpowered me once again, hooking her bulging, tattooed biceps over my thighs and pulling me down.
I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get used to the strange, dizzying sensation of her split tongue stroking my clit from both sides. It was so overwhelming that I felt my climax building in seconds.
I bit my lip, trying to hold it back, but it was no use. I was grinding my hips against her so desperately, I didn’t know where the source of friction was coming from. It could’ve been her tongue, her nose, her chin…I didn’t know and I didn’t care; I was bursting at the seams.
Larz hummed in satisfaction under me, slapping my ass hard as I came in her mouth and filled her with every drop I could give.
As I came down, I tried to pull my clit from between her lips, but she held her place. She snaked one arm around my waist, shifting the place where she held me down, and used the other to reach around and tease my entrance.
“Larz, I’m so sensitive, please.” I tried to pull away again, but when her fingers plunged fully inside me, I was putty in her hands.
Her tongue picked up its split rhythm again as she fucked me agonizingly slow with three fingers. I couldn’t stop my body from chasing the full feeling. I bounced up and down, trying to match her pace but also trying to get her to speed up.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop. Oh my…don’t stop,” I begged as my sensitivity melted back into a primal need. Every piece of my body begged for her.
“Look at me, baby.”
Larz released my clit with a pop and I almost exploded with frustration as I glared down at her. But as soon as our eyes met, I knew what she was doing. The mind connection oozed over my skull and locked at its base.
The need multiplied. My confidence skyrocketed as I tasted my sweet essence on her tongue, feeling how much she was savoring me. My pussy pounded so hard, it hurt, and I realized it was the mix of my need and hers. I reached behind me, finding her clit and working it at a matching pace.
“Fuck,” she growled before taking my clit between her teeth, biting down gently before sucking it between her lips. I groaned at the delicious pain, grateful she knew exactly what I liked and exactly how to soothe it.
My whole body was on fire with the dual sensations ripping through me. The pressure on my clit was intense, hard and throbbing with both of our needs.
“Daddy,” I whined, “come with me, please. I can’t take it! It’s too much.”
It was true, I felt like I was going to rip through my own skin. My safe word was pursed on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
With a few more punishing thrusts, we were coming together.
Larz stayed latched onto my clit, but I could hear her muffled screams as they vibrated against me.
The mix of our orgasms together was so overwhelming that my mouth hung open in a silent cry.
I felt it in every cell of my body, little fires bursting, dying, then roaring to life again.
My body gave out after a few seconds. Larz finally released me from her iron grip and I fell onto the sheets next to her.
She was lying in the same position, panting, eyes squeezed shut and her face shining with my wetness.
I loved admiring her strong form, completely exhausted and spent because of me.
“You’re staring,” she said, opening one eye.
“I just love seeing the evidence of my pussy rubbed all over your face.”
She turned to me, swiping the wetness from her skin and sucking it into her mouth. My stomach twisted at the sight, so fucking filthy but so sexy.
“Hmm,” she stared at me, a puzzling look plastered over her face. She crawled over to me, resting her chin on my belly, examining my face.
“What?” I asked, a joking sharpness to my voice.
“Your eyes,” she started, “they’re dry.”
“I-”
“That won’t do.”
“Please, I’m already so-”
“We have a safeword for a reason, my love. Are you ready to use it? Or are you going to let me fulfill my promise?”
I swallowed hard, already knowing my answer. As spent as I was, I could never get enough of Larz. I would never get tired of how she felt inside me, around me, on top of me. Not now, not ever.