Page 75 of Unrivaled Love
The sensations run a reverse course from my toes to the tips of my fingers as she palms up my legs and down the inside of my thighs. Her hands settle on either side of my testicles and the anticipation is killing me. Waiting for her next move is delicious torture. She swallows my cock while her hands stretch my ass cheeks apart at the same time.
I clench and grip my knees so I don't close them and crush her.
Is this what women feel when we go down on them and start playing with the back door? Is their mind begging for it like mine is?
With my hands on my knees I watch Jo as she continues to suck my cock while her fingers rub little circles along my asshole. I don't want the pressure to stop but when she pushes a little harder there is a sting of pain and I hiss.
Jo slowly pulls off my dick but keeps her hands in place.
"Are you okay with this Bryson?" She asks.
I told her I was willing to do whatever she needed. That she could use my body as she wanted. I didn't think she'd need to start with anal play but I'm not about to go back on my word.
"I am, but maybe spit on your fingers a little first?"
"Kay," she says but instead of her fingers it's my cock she puts in her mouth. I feel one hand leave my ass and when it comes back it is wetter. Did she just?
"Did you just use your pussy to get your fingers wet?" I ask because I can't even fathom this.
Instead of answering me with words she nods with my dick between her wicked lips and then presses the tip of her finger into me. Once she's past the wall there is only a stretching sensation and I exhale. Warnings, pleasure, and hunger plow through my veins.
"Fuck Jo, you dirty little thing. I'm not going to last much longer." I admit as she pushes her finger in a little further.
When she hits a spot inside me that causes my back to arch, my cock slides out of her mouth. Jo acts with a sense of urgency as she maneuvers my dick back down her throat and then she pushes into me a little further. My balls have climbed closer to my base and I am on the edge of exploding.
"Jo. Fuck Josie, I'm–" My words trail off as she wiggles her finger a little more and that slight movement is all it takes. "Shit, Jo, here it comes." Igrind out and she expertly strums my ass as her throat works to swallow my release.
I'm breathing heavily as Jo pulls her finger from my ass and sits back admiring the mess she's made of me. I let my knees go and my legs flop out to the sides.
"Jesus, where did you come from?" I pant.
“Your wildest dreams.” She says with a prideful grin on her beautiful face.
Chapter 24
Jo
Bridge Troll Vibes
Myeyesdrinkinthe sight of Bryson as his taste lingers on my tongue. His solid, firm body is loose and he looks completely spent. Not post game tired, but blissed out and boneless.
Vulnerable.
Flora should consider this as an attack method. Give Sigrun a little anal play and then strike.
Except, the same could be said of the orgasms Bryson gave me. My core continues to hum even as I try to fight it. I was fully focused on his experience but that seemed to set off sparklers in my own body too.
"I was going to suggest swimming before we got sidetracked by all this sex." Bryson says as he stretches out and rubs at his neck.
"I could go swimming." I shrug and stand. I push out of the tent's door and then break into a sprint. "Last one there is a rotten egg!"
"Oh, you're dead!" Bryson yells and I squeal with laughter as the earth crunches under my feet. I hit the water and dive forward just as I hear Bryson splash into the lake.
The water is cold and it shocks my lungs for a moment as I slowly resurface. I'm about to inhale when Bryson wraps his arms around me and pulls me under again.
My brain is split between fear of being underwater and the absolute safety of being in Bryson’s embrace.
When we come up for air he blinks before shaking the water from his face.
