Page 87 of Feed Your Fiends

I needed this.

I need her.

Slick and saliva coat my cheeks as I suck her clit harder. It’s already so swollen, yet it swells on my tongue as I swirl it faster.

“Gant…GANT!”

She’s pounding on my thighs, begging me to let up, but I can’t.I won’t.

Her ass looks so fucking good like this, upside down, while her tits smother her throat.

“I love hearing my name. But hearing you choke is euphoric.”

Breathing time’s over. I shove her mouth back onto my cock until I’m deep in her throat.

“Suck.” I swat her ass, and she obeys, her muscles contracting around me as she uses her hands on my knees for some leverage, but she’s mostly at my mercy.

I lock my arm tighter around her waist and let go of her hair to curl my fingers in her cunt, into that soft G-spot that makes her stomach contract as my thumb flicks her clit. In seconds, she’s shaking, vibrating so hard against me that I know what’s about to come. Little slick droplets, tiny and glimmering, erupt at my coaxing and splash against my waiting tongue.

They’ve barely started when her fingers dig into my thighs deep enough to draw little pricks of blood. The pain, the wetness, her whimpers… my eyes roll back, and I’m about to explode on her, too, when she senses my weakness. I’d slackened my hold, giving her just enough wiggle room to escape with a graceful backbend. Slipping to the floor, she gets on her knees but not before I spit on her slit.

The second she’s on all fours, her lips, so red, swollen and greedy wraps around me again as she sucks.

“Spread your legs,” I rasp. “I want to see you drip.”

At my foot on her spine, she arches her back and pushes her knees apart, spreading her slit. Through the mirror, I zone in on our combined efforts slowly rolling down that pretty pussy as she fingers her clit.

My favourite is when it hangs and then drops. Hangs, then drops.

I spank her ass to get it going. I want her pussy to pool, puddle, and slick the floor.

She sucks me harder, and I get to my knees, holding her so snugly against me that the exhales from her nose tickle my skin. The new position drops her head lower and her ass higher.

“Such a pretty pussy,” I whisper, slipping my fingers into her until she’s trembling, gagging, and choking all over again.

It’s bliss, feeling her thick, uncontrollable saliva pool around my cock before it slides down my thighs.

“Hold it, Dove. You can do it.” Her nose mashes against my pubic bone as I hold myself deep in her throat and erupt. “There’s a sweet girl. A pretty little dove. Suck it down.” I massage her bulging throat. “Swallow it.”

She squirms, struggling for air, her ass jiggling, her knees sliding helplessly across the smooth floor with the aid of her slick.

“Be good, swallow it.”

Those two watery emeralds are pleading for mercy as she gazes up at me.

“Swallow.”

Her throat contracts around me, and I let her go. But the second she’s caught her breath, I grab her chin and force her to give me what’s left on her tongue. The taste, combined with her slick still coating my lips, feeds that little fiend inside of me. The insatiable one that only wants to feed on her.

When we finally pull apart, I stroke her sticky cheeks and turn her to look in the mirror. She’s breathing so hard that her nipples are tickling my arm with each inhale.

“I told you it was just us. No blood. Just slick,” I say, pulling out her little tongue so she can see it still coated with our cum. “Just us.”

“Just us,” she repeats when I let her go, and she sucks her own tongue soothingly, a haziness to her eyes as she watches herself.

But then my phone buzzes, reminding me that that’s not entirely true.

But it isn’t just Bart bombarding me tonight.

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