Page 51 of Stags

She drew in a shaky breath. “Yes, sir.”

He went down on his knees on the forest floor. He applied his mouth, his tongue, to her, lapping at the lips of her, at her clit, and she had to grab onto his antlers for balance.

He didn’t seem to mind. He kept licking her, his tongue delving in and making her moan as he tugged her pants and underwear further down, all the way down. He removed her shoes, still licking her pussy. He took everything off her, until she was naked from the waist down. Then he lifted her leg, threw it over his shoulder, and kept licking her.

She started to cant her hips a little, rubbing into him, rubbing her clit against his tongue.

He hissed his approval. “Sun, yes, just like that,” he urged her. “Rub that sweet little pussy all over my face.”

She liked that so much, she started to crest. Her body twitched a little, a warm-up.

He felt it. “Good, you like that, don’t you?” he spoke into her sex. “What do you say, huh? What would you say if you weren’t a very bad girl?”

“Thank you, sir,” she moaned, and she was rightthere. She was needy, though. “Call me a bad girl again,” she panted, embarrassed at this, but not caring, just wanting to come.

“You’re a very fucking bad girl,” he said, dragging his tongue against her clit. “You don’t even deserve the way I’m licking you. You don’t deserve it, and you better tell me just how grateful you are.”

“Thank you,” she wheezed. “Thank you, sir, thank you.” Her whole body went tight, crazy tight, and she let out a strangled sound as she tightened to a point of sweet ecstasy. “Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming, sir.”

He licked her again.

“Stop,” she cried out. It was too much.

He was on his feet, immediately, eyes wide. “You okay?” His voice was different.

“Oh, n-no.” She tipped into him, unable to keep her balance. He caught her. She looked up at his face, at the way her juices were smeared all over his chin.Fuck, that’s hot,she thought. “I just mean, stop licking me, because it’s too sensitive. Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop, don’t you even think about—”

He cut her off, kissing her furiously.

She clung to him. In the wake of her orgasm, she was feeling all sorts of strange elements of softness for this man, fondness blooming for him, and she kissed him back hard, seizing a handful of his shirt.

The kiss stopped, but his face stayed close. “You taste… moon and sun, you’re…”

“Show me your chest,” she gasped.

“Yeah, okay.” He stripped his shirt off, and she pressed her hands into the firmness of his pectoral muscles.

He was beautiful,lookat him. He was huge and broad up top, and only a little soft around the middle, his stomach mostly flat, but just a little bit rounded, which made him… she didn’t know, safer somehow, sweeter, realer,better.

“Your chest, too,” he said. “Show me everything.” He kissed her jaw, gentle. His voice was dark and lilting. “Show me what’s mine.”

“I’m yours,” she said, immediately, as she wriggled out of her shirt. She reached back to undo her bra. She let them both fall on the ground. “I’m yours, sir.”

He was staring at her breasts, just full-on gazing at them, appreciative, wordless.

Fuck, she liked that. She arched her back, leaving them on display for him.

“You’re like a pin-up doe,” he said. “You’re fucking… this cannotactuallybe happening to me.”

She let out a little laugh.

“I want you up against that tree trunk,” he said, nodding.

“O-okay.” She went there.

“No, no,” he said, coming with her. “Turn around. Face me, you bad little girl. That’s what I want. Want to look at these perfect fucking tits.”

“I want you to suck them.”

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