Page 123 of Endless Anger
I take one thigh and bring it over my hip so she’s straddling me backward, her glistening, swollen pussy on complete display.
“Is this not weird?” she asks softly, splaying her fingers on my thighs. “It’s so…intimate.”
“Not a thing weird about it, pup. Brace yourself, and feel free to correct if you need something different.” Grabbing her ass in both hands, I move in and lick, getting the first real taste of her wetness—that gentle, very slight flavor that men abandon their livelihoods for.
Lucy cries out, her head falling as I lap from clit to hole and then back, squeezing her cheeks and bringing her closer to me.
“Fuck,” she moans, her breath tickling the insides of my legs.
“We’re getting there.” I cover her pussy with my mouth, pushing the flat of my tongue against her seam and flicking the tip against her clit.
As soon as I start to press into her, she grabs hold of my cock, taking the crown between her lips. Her hips writhe against my face, chasing friction and driving the motions to exactly where she needs them. She pumps me with her fist and works her mouth over my crown, twisting her hand up the length.
It takes her a few moments to get the hang of it. She switches hands a few times, applying her thumb on the underside and pushing her tongue into the slit as if gauging every reaction I have. My thighs tremble, release drawing near with everything she does.
Maybe it isn’t supposed to be this good your first time. I don’t have a frame of reference, but considering how long we’ve both been waiting to do this to each other, I’m inclined to think that no manner of practice would’ve made a difference.
The connection, theneed, is there. Everything is going to feel amazing as a result.
When she takes me deeper, I see a flash of blinding white light.
“There you go,” I praise once I’ve regained sight, noting how shequiverswith the soft encouragement, gushing on my lips. “Suck me good, pup. Let me make a mess in your throat.”
Drool spills out as she retches, practically inhaling me.
I groan into her sopping, sensitive flesh. “Shit, Luce, you’re gonna make me?—”
She doesn’t let me finish, bringing the head of my cock to the back of her throat; she gags, her muscles contracting around the organ for a brief moment before she pulls back, letting her saliva slick all the way down, pooling against my pelvis and her fist.
Pleasure snakes its way through my veins, and I redouble my efforts, working my tongue in and out of her tight channel, drowning in the succulent taste.
Pulling back, I nip at her ass cheek, taking her flesh with my teeth and biting until she jolts from the pressure. A red mark sprouts immediately, and she sucks me faster as if to get back at me for it.
My dick throbs, my orgasm scraping against my insides as I do my best to withhold it. Drawing a finger through her arousal, I pushslowlyinto her, lapping at her clit as a violent tremble rattles her entire body.
Her head pops off me when my digit curls in and up, and she tosses me a look over her shoulder, rocking into the motion while her hand continues pumping me, luring my own release in.
I cock an eyebrow, drinking in the sight of her flushed face, the strain lacing her brow. “You almost there?”
She nods, returning her mouth to my dick, her tongue sliding left and right as she dips her head.
“What else do you need?” I ask, the fingers on my free hand digging into her hip, leaving imprints there. Thishasto be good for her in case I don’t fucking last—ah, who am I kidding? There’s no way I’m lasting three seconds when I finally get to push inside her.
When it comes to Lucy Wolfe, my willpower is practically nonexistent.
“Could you…add another?” she asks, her pussy fluttering with the request.
I obey, widening the space between the two fingers. “Need me to stretch you out, huh? Gotta make sure I fit.”
She makes some unintelligible sound that I feelinmy cock, and when I manage to wriggle a third digit inside, sucking her clit into my mouth as I massage her inner walls, she comes, spasming so hard around me that I almost lose circulation.
“Holy shit,” she says, her forehead dropping to my lap.
Giving her a few seconds to fall from the high of her climax, I wait until she relaxes slightly before withdrawing and then lift her hips off me, rolling her onto her back and yanking her to the middle of the twin bed.
“Wait!” Pressing her warm hands to my chest, she halts my movements. “You didn’t finish.”
“I’m probably three seconds away from impregnating your throat,” I grit out, crawling on top of her. “I need to have your pussynow.”
