Page 66 of Iridian

I moaned again, and my whole body came alive at his words, so I raised my hips to meet his. When he pushed them down and let me feel all of his hard cock, I swear I touched the fucking sky with my hands.

“What do you say, sweetness? Would you like that?”

“Yes,” I breathed, rubbing against his cock as well as the position allowed. “Please, yes…”

He leaned his head back just a little and looked at me with those strange eyes that were becoming more and more beautiful to me every new time I saw them. Maybe because I was beginning to understand them, too, the way I always understood his real ones.

“Have I ever told you how much I love it when you beg for me?” he asked.

But before I could tell him that he had and that I loved that he loved it, Taland slammed his lips to mine again and kissed all the air out of my lungs. From that moment, all I knew how to do with my mouth and voice was scream and moan and sometimes whisper his name in pure bliss.

He continued to kiss me furiously as he took the clothes we’d borrowed off our bodies—mine first, then his. Meanwhile I couldn’t stop touching him, playing with his hair, rubbing the short stubble on his cheek that had just begun to grow out. Goddess, he felt so good it was no wonder that the whole world hung on him for me. I couldn’t get enough. The way his tongue felt in my mouth as it devoured me, the way he moaned when I sucked on it with all my strength, only made my appetite grow.

When he rose on his elbows to play with my boobs, I pushed him to the side and climbed on top of him, burning with need.

Taland grinned, and those white eyes gave him an even more devilish look that had me fuckingdrippingeven before I sat up and rubbed my pussy against his hard cock. Fuck, what a feeling. To be looking at his perfect face, to be touched by him with such passion, such desire, to move my hips on the length on him until I almost came—what a fucking feeling.

“Keep moving,” Taland whispered, and I didn’t have the brain cells to form words, so I just obeyed and while he played with my boobs, slapped them and rubbed my nipples, twisted them between his fingers.

“Come closer,” he then ordered, and I fell on my hands while he dragged himself lower until his mouth was on my nipples.

He bit hard. I screamed harder. His fingers were on my pussy, thumb on my clit, while he thrust a couple in and out of me fast.

I was close, too close, but I needed him in my mouth first, so I moved back.

“Sweetness,” he warned with a growl, but I pushed him down and I moved lower on the bed on all fours, kissing his lips and chin, his chest and stomach, and finally the pink tip of his cock.

There was no patience left with me—I wasthisclose to falling over the edge, so I didn’t tease him, couldn’t take my time with it. I just made myself comfortable between his legs and I took him in my mouth all at once until he touched the back of my throat and blocked my airway.

Fuck, yes,I thought, and Taland held my head down with his hand and thrust his hips up to stay in my mouth for a good moment, until I almost choked.

Then he let me move at my own rhythm like he knew I needed to taste him thoroughly before he fucked me. Pulling my hair away from my face, he held it up over my head and watched, his head up, his eyes on my mouth as his cock filled it. He watched me like a man possessed, and seconds in I couldn’t even tell you what color his eyes were, if they looked strange or not—I was used to them. His attention was on me and that’s all I cared about as I sucked on him to please us both—and to give him a show.

It worked even better than I expected because he came close to the edge within the minute, and when I took him in all the way again, felt him pulsating against my tongue as I massaged it slowly, he almost tipped over.

With a hiss, he pulled my head up by the hair until my scalp was on fire, and I cried out, both from the pain and in complaint.

“Come up here,now,” Taland ordered before I could speak, but it was okay. The day hadn’t ended yet, and we still had the night. We hadallthe nights now.

So, I obeyed again. I slowly crawled up his body, letting him guide me until his hands were on my ass and he pushed me up all the way.

“Sit on my face, baby. Sit on me, sit on me…” he kept whispering, like he’d been waiting for this for years and he couldn’t wait to have me in his mouth.

I wasn’t shy in the least, so close to coming as I was, and I did exactly as he said, positioned my knees on the sides of his head. I sat on him without hesitation.

Goddess, the way it felt. The way itlooked.

He slid his tongue up my folds slowly, those white eyes on me. When he reached my clit, he sucked on it gently.

“Hands on the wall, baby. Hold on tight for me,” he said, making himself comfortable, digging his fingers in my thighs.

Then he dove in again and he didn’t stop until my throat was raw from screaming out his name.

I lost control ten seconds in and then I was moving up and down his face, taking everything he could give me. I felt his tongue all the way inside me, then on my clit, slow and fast, exactly as I needed it. I held onto the wall over the headboard, and I tried to hold back, I really tried. But Taland slipped a finger inside me while he pressed his tongue to my clit, and I was a goner.

My throat hurt for real. When he finally stopped licking every drop off my folds clean, my legs were slightly shaking, and I thought he would let me lie down.

I was wrong.

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