Page 93 of The Worst Pucking Deal

“I’m gonna lick your cum from your cunt, wife. Then I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk for days.” The deep timbre of his tone amps up my pleasure, and I’m on the cusp of asking him to stay down there when he greedily licks at my opening.

“Wait,” I pant. “Do it properly, Sy. I want you to eat me out with your head buried between my thighs.”

“My head is between your legs,” he replies before swiping his tongue over my clit.

I pull at his hair and use my arm to nudge him in the side at the same time. “You know what I mean,” I huff. “Please? I want to know what it’s like with you.”

He lets go of me and sits up, moving so he’s hovering above me with his legs around me rather than between mine. Making it look like he’s caging me in. He rests his weight on his arms and lowers himself until our bodies touch. “Are you certain?” When I nod, he growls, “Use your words, baby.”

“I-I’m certain.” I hate how unsure I sound when I’m in fact not. Sure, I’m scared, but that has everything to do with my past and nothing to do with my present. “Do it.”

Before I can verbalize my need again, he leans in to capture my lips with his. His tongue is merciless and persistent as it’s seeking mine, parting my lips, and granting him access immediately. I moan as I taste myself on his tongue.

Shifting, he places his hand on my side, slowly trailing up toward my chest. I arch my back, pushing my tits forward, causing a delicious friction when his chest meets them. Eagerly anticipating his touch, I’m getting frustrated when he keeps moving so slowly.

“Please,” I beg into his mouth.

Before I can ask again, he kisses his way across my jaw and down my neck. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to create some friction to satisfy the need for him.

“None of that,” he commands as he forces one of his legs in between mine. I whimper in protest, but it doesn’t do me any good. Lowering his head to my tit, he licks the areola, making me writhe beneath him. Moving my hands to his head, I let my fingers play with his hair. He starts moving down my body toward my pubic bone, and I’m practically trembling with anticipation of what I know is to come.

One of his hands cups my pussy, and I can hear his sharp intake of breath when he finds me soaking. “You’re even wetter now, sweet bunny,” he grits out before tracing a single finger through my wet folds. I lean up on my elbows so I can see the top of his head, which is now between my legs. He gently kisses the inside of both my thighs before running his face across my mound. “Mhmm, you’re so brave, baby.” The words make everything in me clench, both in fear and excitement, but before I can prepare myself fully, I feel his warm tongue licking between my folds all the way to my clit.

“Oh fuck,” I moan out loud and throw my head back. His dark and sexy chuckle reaches my ears.

With soft kisses, Sy slowly kisses up my left leg, making his way back to my needy core. When he starts licking slowly around my clit, I can barely keep myself upright. I still wanna see him, but the sensations each flick of his tongue sends through my body make it too difficult. I finally give up and sink back into the mattress with a loud moan, just as he pushes a finger into me.

“How are you feeling, bunny?”

Feeling? Oh, right. I realize that his words help me relax, assuring me it’s him between my thighs while reminding me I want this. “I-I’m good,” I rasp.

“Good?” he mocks. “I’m doing a piss poor job if you’re only good.”

Without meaning to, I burst out laughing. “I’m perfectly fine, Sy. It helps that you’re talking to me.”

Every time it feels like the orgasm is just within reach, he blows on my sex and it retreats once again. I’m a panting mess switching between cursing him out and begging for more. The smug fucker just keeps promising me it’ll be worth the wait.

“S-stop. No more. I have to… I want to…” I curse him out when he once again robs me of the pleasure I’m so desperate for. His dark chuckle lets me know that he knows exactly what he’s doing and that he’s entirely too pleased with himself.

“Baby, you’re so wet for me. Your pretty cunt is all glistening and swollen.” His husky voice sends shivers through me, and I instinctively want to squeeze my legs together. But with him mercilessly eating me out, I can’t.

“Yes,” I moan. I don’t know if I’m agreeing with him or reacting to the way his tongue works my clit. When Sy inserts a second finger into my dripping heat, my hips lift of their own accord, but he puts his other hand on my pubic bone to keep me down. “Fu-fuck, more, I need more, Sy.”

“What do you need more of, sweet bunny?”

His hoarse voice sends shivers through my body, and I try to answer him, but I’m unable to do anything but pant and writhe as he continues his slow assault on my needy nub. As he once again steals my orgasm from me, I cry out in frustration.

“I need you,” I scream, desperate and so fucking horny.

It feels like my arousal is seeping from my pussy, and I wouldn’t be surprised if his face is drenched in my juices, especially not with how long he’s spent down there. I have no idea what time it is, but I know it feels like he’s spent hours tormenting me.

Curving the fingers deep inside me while sucking my swollen nub into his mouth, I’m unable to hold back anymore. “Sy!” I cry out as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had crashes through me, and I feel his tongue inside my pussy as I spasm around him. I don’t know when he replaced his fingers with his tongue, only that it feels fucking amazing.

My entire body feels like mush. I’m entirely too spent to move so I still can’t see him, but I feel him giving my pussy one more lick from top to bottom, before he kisses his way back up my body, making sure that almost no area of my hypersensitive flesh is left without his lips grazing it. When he reaches my lips, I can taste myself on him.

“We’re definitely doing that again,” I say, grinning lazily.

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” he rasps. “And you’ve never looked more beautiful than when you came all over my face just now.”

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