Page 26 of Kandie Shoppe

Casting my eyes down, I’m struck by the view of his blond head buried between my legs. Feeling the lap of his tongue against my distended clit as his fingers ruthlessly work me is truly a sight to behold. I fuck his face. Spreading my legs wider seems to be the only invitation he needs to piston his fingers inside me with a savagery that makes my toes curl. The pain and pleasure is almost too much but obviously not enough because I’m begging for more.

“Please U, I need?—”

Not stopping, he presses up while using his tongue with vicious precision to annihilate me. “Ulysses.” His name is both a prayer and a curse on my lips as he catapults me into a universe of pleasure. Aching and grinding, I splay myself open, a willing sacrifice to his every whim.

He burrows deeper, licking the essence pouring from my body. Spreading me wider, his mouth drags from ass to clit, licking all of me with long swathes of his tongue.

Rising to his knees, he rips his Henley over his head, tossing it away like it offends him. His hands go to that big ass cowboy belt buckle I remember so well his eyes never leave me. Self-conscious of his unwavering gaze, I move to close my spread legs.

“Ow,” I say, kicking his hard thigh with my foot when I feel the sting of his hand on my thigh.

“Then don’t try to hide what’s mine from me,” he says simply, unbuttoning the fly of his jeans, pushing them down his hips.

“Come here and wet the tip.” Grabbing the base for me, he holds himself tight around the base.

Moving to my knees, I cover the tip with my mouth, then move back, looking at him. Edging closer, I cover his flesh right above his flat nipple and sink my teeth in.

“Hell, yeah. You still like biting motherfuckers, huh?” he growls, holding me close as I let the pleasure of my biting roll over me like warm hugs. My nipples get harder, my pussy wetter.

“Again,” he orders.

I do as he says before pulling back again to look into his ice-blue eyes.

“Again,” deeper, harder this time, his voice commands.

I can feel the slickness between my legs but know better than to touch myself when he’s around.

His dick bobs, needing attention.

This time when I cover him, he grips the back of my neck, holding me in place. “Take me down your throat, wildcat,” he urges, pushing to the back of my throat with a steady thrust.

“That’s it. That’s it right there.” Slowly rolling his hips, he fucks my mouth with relentless savagery. Already pleasured beyond measure, my body wants more. As if sensing my need, Ulysses runs his hand along my spine until he reaches my bottom.

Hand delving in, he grazes my back entrance with his thumb as he plunges two fingers inside my pussy. I gasp when he pulls his fingers free to coat me and push his thumb inside a little.

“So you kept this one just for me?” he growls, holding me steady to fuck my mouth as his fingers and thumb use my other holes.

“Fuck yeah.” His hips pump harder, and I can do nothing but take him as he takes my mouth like he owns it. “Come for me, wildcat.”

My body tightens and I meet his fingers coming on his hands.

Slipping his hard as fuck dick free from my mouth, he works his jeans the rest of the way off. “Get on your knees — head down, ass up, and open that pussy wide for me.”

Doing as he says, on my knees, laying my head so the side of my face rests on the down comforter, reaching behind me, I open my bottom cheeks, showing him all of me.

“Fat pretty ass pussy.” Bending behind me, he licks me again and again, sucking my clit, tongue fucking me, bringing me to the edge again and again.

“Please, U, I can’t —” I pant after he denies my orgasm a third time.

He swats my ass. “And you think I can? Watching you prance around town like you do and you not even acknowledging me?” My face burns at how raw with hurt his voice sounds. Little did he know he tortured me, too. I know better than to say anything. Not even an apology will serve me now.

He positions himself behind me. “Down, like a good little wildcat.” Placing his hand between my shoulder blades, he presses me down until my breasts are smushed against the duvet. “Just like that.” Murmuring, he positions himself at my entrance. The big head of his dick splits me just as he said. I feel the stretch as he pushes in. My muscles squeeze tight, resisting. My own juices, barely easing the way.

“Shh,” he soothes at my whimper. “You can take it. You took me as a virgin. You can take me now.” He doesn’t stop and I don’t want him to. My body slowly adjusts. I push back, trying to meet his relentless drive inward.

“Look at how she’s sucking me in, taking me.” He massages my bottom, spreading me wider. “Fuck,” he nearly shouts as hebottoms out. I can feel his heavy sac pressed tight against my exposed flesh grazing my sensitive clit.

Giving me a few moments to catch my breath, he starts fucking.

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