Page 133 of Cruel Pleasures
“I want you to ride my face,” I confess, kissing my way up to her mouth. “Now.”
Imani releases a surprised scream as I roll us over and lift her up. It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen—her thighs planting on either side of my head and her heavy breasts swaying. Her pussy’s dripping wet as she settles over my mouth.
I’m inundated by every aspect of her.
The taste of her pussy as my tongue swipes between her folds. The slick, soft feel as her pussy rubs against my nose and jaw. The natural musk peppered with chemical pheromones that makes my penis hard as steel.
My hands fill with her ass and I encourage her to do as she wishes.
Ride my face. Fuck my face.
Pleasure herself using my mouth and tongue.
Imani needs no further instruction. She undulates her hips as she sits astride me. Her breaths come out in hasty gasps sprinkled between occasional moans. She rides me like a seasoned professional, rocking back and forth ’til my nose and beard are coated with the shiny evidence of her.
My tongue’s pushed in deep, playing with her, ’til I retreat. Then I’m sucking on her clit and squeezing her ass.
She grips the headboard and comes with a scream that could shatter glass if it were a little louder. Overcome by the waves of pleasure crashing into her, she almost sags altogether.
But I’m there to catch her. We’re not finished.
This is nowhere close to being over.
My hands grip her by the hips and I position her where I want her. Still astride me but right over my erect member standing tall and proud.
“Oooh, Ryu…” she moans and trembles.
“Yes. Take me. Fill up your little pussy.”
Imani’s body racks from more instant pleasure as I pull her down and her pussy swallows me whole.
Wet heat envelops my penis. I’m sheathed within snug walls that pulsate and grip me. That bring an impossible level of pleasure all at once.
Guttural, almost pained sounds fill the room. It’s not until seconds later that I realize they’re sounds I’m making.
For the first time in a very long time, I’ve lost so much control, I’m blacking in and out. I’m so wrapped up in the sensations I’m experiencing, I’m no longer restrained. I’m letting go, grunting and groaning along.
Imani moves her hips like we’re dancing. She rides me like she’s listening to music only she can hear. Her head’s thrown back and her breasts bounce. She leaves scratch marks all over my chest and I’m leaving bruises on her skin as I grip her thighs.
My hands travel up to her breasts to feel their soft weight. Her nipples have turned into dark, hardened peaks. Sensitive to the touch as I tease her and roll them between my fingers.
Her arousal soaks her pussy. She works her hips and clenches me tighter, taking me deep.
I help her along, squeezing her backside in the palm of my hands and guiding her up and down my length.
We ride out the rest of our pleasure like this. We’re whipped up into a frenzy, rocking and panting until we reach a climax that blows us away. My member jerks violently from where it’s buried inside her and fills her with my release.
She sinks her nails into me and slides her hips back and forth in final, spasmodic motions. I sit up enough to meet her lips for a heated kiss. We savor each other’s taste, flicking our tongues together between moans. We’re so engrossed in the passionate moment that we don’t notice the third person in the room.
The man seated in the armchair in the corner, busy watching us. My fingers fist in Imani’s hair and I pry her mouth off mine.
Our gazes meet and Archer smirks. “I was wondering when you’d notice I’d walked in. Now, I’m afraid it’s my turn.”
34. Imani
Touch - Alexis Munroe
“Archer,” I sputter, still tingling from my last orgasm. “When did you…?”
