Page 86 of Feed Your Fiends

Him.

My fingers climb into his wavy, black hair as my legs climb up his torso again so that my pussy can kiss his hard cock that’s digging into me through his sweatpants. I rub against him, and he lets me. He lets me suck on his tongue, on his lips, and his sharp Adam’s apple as his head drifts back to let me devour him. When I think I’ve gone absolutely feral and his scent has intoxicated me enough to sink my teeth into his flesh, he spins me around smoothly like we’re in dance class.

My back is against his chest, his hands hooked around my knees that he’s spread wide.

“Do you know what I’m thinking?”

“What?”

“I’m remembering Stretch class when you ground that virginal pussy on me, behind the horsemen’s back, under the instructor’s watch. Grinding your little clit on my head even as you claimed to despise me.”

Immediately, I flood at his words.

“I remember, trying to stretch these hips out,” he says, pulling my knees wider until I’m in a split.

Go on.

“I’m remembering when you asked me to break that little band deep inside of you. That band that held you back from your full potential of spreading your cunt this wide.”

“What else?” I ask, licking my lips, and he traces the motion.

“I remember that dark stain too. Almost as dark as this one,” He zones in between my legs where my light pink leotard is turning fuchsia. “You ran into the girls’ bathroom and dried it beneath the hand dryer to hide the evidence of how badly you wanted me. Now, look at you. Look how unembarrassed you are to show me.”

His fingers dive beneath the gusset, and I don’t flinch when he breaks it and the fabric rolls halfway up my belly, exposing me. I hadn’t bothered with tights today.

“Look at it, Elle,” he whispers, walking us to the mirror, and I dig my fingers into his arms to keep myself steady. He’s lifting me high against his chest like he’s showing off his most prized possession to a crowd. “Look how you’ve opened for me. Watered for me.”

“More,” I say, suddenly breathless. I want him to go on because his filthy talk is making me wetter by the second. “Tell me more.”

He smiles wickedly. “I thought the same as you, that you looked like a little doll in my arms. But then I thought…more than a doll, I want to turn you into a puppet.”

“A puppet?” I swallow, then nearly bite my tongue as he flips me around, before spinning me upside down so that I’m facing his thighs, my pussy flush with his mouth.

“Gant!” I grip his knees, desperately trying to stabilise myself.

“Keep the split. Let me control you. Let me sink into you, Dove. You’ll like me controlling you.”

And he does, his tongue sliding into my slit so deep that I scream. When I recover a second later, I turn my head to catch sight of us in the mirror.

His nose is buried in my ass, his tongue fucking me, daggering me as he watches us in the mirror too with a crazed lust that makes me tremble. That makes me drop my head against him, against his cock.

I tug at his sweatpants, and when it bobs free, I lick at his salty, sweet precum. The same flavour from the hospital that makes my pussy clamp down on his tongue because I fuckingknewit.

And now, it’s his turn to moan, to crumble face-first into my slit.

Gant

The visual of my fingers sinking into her ass and leaving red marks while my tongue dips in and out of her tight pussy itself is like ecstasy. But then I take in her flexed calves and pretty pointed toes at my instruction. I feel her weight fully on me, giving her the support she needs, and I realise this isn’t ecstasy; it’s euphoria. Sheer euphoria as I feed on her, drink from her, smell her.

Then I feel it, her little tongue licking my tip that’s already dripping. She’s clumsy, her teeth scraping the sensitive flesh ever so slightly, and it’s that clumsiness that I miss and crave. No nightly sections sucking on her tits as I jerk my dick could accomplish this giddy excitement that’s tightening my chest.

Grabbing her hair, I sink her lower until she gags. Until only the tip of my tongue can flick her clit. She struggles against me, sticky trails dripping from her lips, her cheeks stuffed full.

So pretty. So fucking pretty.

I wrap her long ponytail around my forearm and pull, letting her up for air as I smother myself in her wet pussy again and bury my nose.

So fucking wet.

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