Page 5 of Trusting the Fall

I lift, allowing him to pull the fabric down my legs, his eyes fixated on my bare pussy as he tosses my underwear over his shoulder.

“Holy fuck,” he says as he pushes my legs farther apart. “Your clit is pierced?” Awe laces his words.

“I was tired of men not being able to find it.”

“They weren’t men, baby.”A-fucking-men to that.

“Are you going to show me how a real man eats pussy, then?” I ask.

“No.” His eyes still haven’t left the silver ring on my hood. “I’m gonna show you how a real man worships one.”

My eyes practically roll to the back of my head at his words as he lifts my legs and places them over his shoulders before he takes one long lick up my centre.

His tongue lightly flicks in quick succession against my clit, the piercing heightening the sensation even further.

Large hands massage the inside of my thighs as he devours me. His tongue laps up and down at the needy flesh, then sucks on my clit with teasing little pulses. He continues the circuit, exploring my pussy, then latching on to my clit, over and over again.

It’s a dance of pleasure that brings me to a precipice, and before I can hold on to the feeling and let go, he pulls back to those slow, worshipping glides, up and down. I’m both highly aroused and frustratingly pissed off. It feels so fucking amazing, but I’m aching with the need to detonate.

When he climbs once again to my clit, I hold him there.

“Don’t fucking stop this time. I want to come,” I pant.

He pulls back with a gleam in his eyes and a smirk pulling at his lips. He brings a hand to my wet pussy and caresses from clit to slit, forcing a whimpered plea to fall from my lips.

With a growl, he thrusts two fingers inside of me, latches onto my clit and sucks hard.

His hand follows a deep, unhurried pace, while his fingers fly in a come-hither motion, mixed with the lashing of his tongue against my piercing. I throw my head back and scream.

The rapid pace of his fingers, the steady roll of his palm, the lavishing of his tongue, all of it overwhelms me. I’m sure it’s the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. My sated body tries to tell my head to breathe as he places little kisses all over my pussy and thighs.

I feel myself squirming as the pleasure flows through every limb. Mewling noises I’ve never heard myself make before escape me.

He kisses his way over my belly, ribs and nipples, lightly tugging at the piercing on one side before switching to the other. My hands explore his back, desperate to touch him, and I’ve never felt so needy.

I love sex. I’m not shy in the bedroom or about making my intentions known. Once I’ve had my fill, I’m happy to see them out, but this man is going nowhere yet.

I hook my legs around his knees, holding him to me, disappointed that he’s still wearing his jeans. I snake my hands between us, ripping at his button.

“Fuck. I hope I have a condom in my wallet,” he says, gently biting at my nipple before smashing his lips against mine.

I force my tongue into his mouth, duelling with his as I undo his fly and push my hand inside his briefs. A bead of precum leaks against my wrist on my way in, and I moan. My fingers wrap around his thick length, hot to the touch and so smooth.

“I have some,” I say.

Throwing my free hand out, I blindly search my bedside table, pouting when I can’t reach the drawer handle.

He pumps a few times into my hand before pulling back and stepping off the bed. He pushes his jeans and boxers down and I feel my stomach tightening at my first look at his gorgeous, fat cock. I don’t think I’ve ever been with a man with such girth. He’s a perfect length, and I bet he knows exactly how to use every inch. He stalks around the bed and reaches into the drawer, pulling out an unopened box.

“I hope those are going to fit,” I say, my voice wavering slightly as my eyes are held hostage by the thick dick pointing straight at me.

“We’ll make it fit.” He winks as he opens the box and places a few packets on the bed.

“My, aren’t we ambitious?”

He leaves the box on the table, then picks up a condom, tearing the packet open with his teeth. But before he can put it on, I rush to my hands and knees and lick up his length like a popsicle. He hums with appreciation, a hand threading through my hair as I close over the head of his dick.

“Fuck, yes. Such a pretty little thing on your hands and knees for me.”

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