Page 47 of Defended By Bam
Tears squeezed out of the corners of my eyes and my throat jumped, trying to expel what was filling it with a gag.
His grip tightened on my hair, trying to pull me up, but instead I adjusted my head again and went back down, letting my tongue work as I acclimated to his size in my throat.
But when his hips moved, pulling himself from the depth I had him, I went to bobbing up and down again, pleased that I took him that far at all.
He still had my hair wrapped up in his hand, but he didn’t force me up and down. He let me set the pace and how much I took him. But his hips gently bucked, making it easier for me to suck him off. The control he was giving me drove me wild.
My pussy clenched around nothing, needy for him but I didn’t want to stop.
My tongue felt a twitch at the base of his shaft, and he said, “I’m about to come.”
He didn’t tell me to stop, so I didn’t.
“Linny,” he said, his fingers gripping my hair tighter.
He was warning me. But instead of pulling away, I quickened my pace, using my hand with my mouth to finish him off.
Salty warmth jetted down my throat as he tensed and a rumble erupted from his chest. “Goddamn, Linny,” he said through gritted teeth.
Once the jets stopped, I gave one last gentle suck and pulled back, wiping the edge of my mouth with my tongue as I looked up at him.
Leaning down, he grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up onto his chest.
“Bama,” I said, not sure what he was doing.
“Move closer,” he said, cupping my ass and pulling me to his face.
Inching closer, he pushed my panties to the side and his tongue lapped me up, then ran circles over my throbbing clit. “Bama, shit.”
His fingers filled me, finding my g-spot as he sucked the sensitive bundle. My legs tensed as my skin heated as I tried to balance over him. He hummed low as he ate me in earnest, only intensifying my pleasure. He ate me like it was the first meal he’d had in days.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said before his mouth wrapped around my clit, sucking as his fingers pumped in and out. “Sit down.”
Blinking wildly at his request and panting from the intensity, I asked, “What?”
He used his free hand to grip the bend of my thigh and pressed me closer. “Sit-down-Linny.”
It wasn’t a request, it was a demand, so I lowered down, my pussy on his face.
“All the way,” he said, muffled since I was practically suffocating him.
Fuck it. He said to sit. He’d let me know or move me if he needed to, so I put my ass on his chest and inched up.
He grabbed my hand and pulled my fingers down. He guided them to pull the fabric of my panties to the side, so I held it for him, then his hands went to my hips, holding me down and trying to move me.
He wanted me to ride his face.
Holy shit.
But whatever he was doing felt so good, that my hips didn’t fight him. Instead, they moved with him, and before I knew it, I had completely let go and rode his face like I was riding his dick.
The intensity of the orgasm crept up on me quickly, sending shakes through my whole body as his warm tongue pressed from my opening to my clit as I rocked against him.
“Fucking shit. Oh my fucking God, Bama, Oh shit!” I yelled out.
His hands squeezed my hips hard as I rode out the explosion until I finally had one last quiver through my entire body and fell to the side, unable to sit up any longer.
Panting, I lay there splayed out, wanting to grab him but not able to move my arms. Everything was like jelly.
