My legs straddle his shoulders, my dripping core hovering just above his mouth.
“Trip…” My voice is shaky, my body already trembling.
“Hold on, killstreak,” he murmurs, his hands gripping my thighs as he lowers me down…
And devours me again.
His tongue is relentless, his mouth claiming me as he holds me in place, his lips sucking, biting, tasting.
I scream, my hands gripping his hair as he fucks me with his tongue, his nose brushing against my clit with every thrust.
I can’t breathe.
Can’t think.
And then…
I squirt.
Hard.
My juices flood his mouth, drenching his face, dripping down his body as I scream his name, my body shaking violently.
“Fuck, yes,” he growls, his tongue lapping up every drop, drinking me down like he’s addicted.
I’m a trembling mess, my body completely boneless. He slams me down onto the bed, his body pressing me into the mattress, his cock brushing against my soaked entrance.
“Trip…”
“Shh, killstreak,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine as he teases me, the tip of his cock sliding against my clit, making me whimper.
“Please… I want myhusbandto fill me.”
I’m begging.
Desperate. But he just smirks, his eyes dark with possession.
“My wife,” he murmurs, his voice filled with reverence and pure fucking need.
“Yours,” I breathe, my body aching for him.
I can’t take it anymore.
I flip us.
Rolling him beneath me, straddling him, taking control.
Trip’s eyes widen.
“Fuck yes, killstreak.”
I sink onto his cock, taking him deep, stretching me until I’m filled to the brim.
“God, yes…”
I ride him hard, my body writhing as I fuck him, my tits bouncing in his face.
Trip doesn’t waste the opportunity. His teeth sink into my nipple, hard, drawing blood. I cry out, the pain sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me.