Page 42 of The Last Kind of Kiss
Dear Lord. More and more pressure stacks in my lower gut, and my mouth goes fuzzy while the edges of my vision slowly shrink. I whimper and nod, seconds away from promising God that I’ll be an upstanding citizen for the rest of my life if it means the pain will subside. You want me to choose celibacy, dude? Consider it done!
Lila runs her thumb over my bottom lip and parts it slightly from the top. “I want to hear you say it.”
Jesus. I won’t fucking survive this. Tell my friends and family I’ll miss them.
With one of my arms now free, I grab her wrist, feel her thumb slip from my lips, and hear her gasp in surprise. With a metric ton of confidence, I look at her through my lashes while I envelop her finger in my mouth, proceeding to hollow my cheeks and suck. She doesn’t pull away, nor does she break eye contact.
There’s still residual chocolate on her skin, and I lick it off, burying a smile when she eventually lolls her head back in bliss. She’s too proud to vocalize a moan, but I can tell I’m chipping away at her with my poor man’s mallet and chisel.
I contemplate taking her thumb to the base, but I decide to let up halfway, giving her one last lash of my tongue that confirms I’m up for whatever mouth-stuffing task she’s determined to give me. The homie upstairs must’ve heard my prayer because I’m suddenly imbued with an insane amount of arrogance, and if I wasn’t loving the way she’s parked over my dick, I’d have her on her back in a heartbeat.
“You want to play this little power game? Or do you want my tongue in your fucking cunt?” I ask.
It’s rhetorical, if you were wondering.
Before she can bite my head off, I use my free hand to grabher waist and yank her up toward my face, causing her to brace both of her arms against my chest.
“I don’t care how mad you are right now. I want that delicious pussy riding my face, and I’m going to spend as much time as I want eating you out.”
Her eyebrow ticks up. “And who says I won’t attempt to murder you by way of suffocation?”
“Angel, you’re not doing it right if youaren’tsuffocating me.”
Since she’s mistakenly freed both my arms, I grab two handfuls of her ass, watching as her whole body lurches forward and bounces those beautiful tits of hers. She hisses through her teeth, her chest dressed in goose bumps and that bothersome scrap of fabric that’s been teasing me this entire day. I want itoff.
I lower my lips to her throat, tenderizing the area with some open-mouthed kisses before I mark my territory, and my hand sneakily works to lower her bikini top strap. I’m met with a surprising lack of resistance while I unravel her nylon strings, allocating extra effort in sucking bruises onto her neck, right where the world will be able to see.
Her hand tethers in my hair, pulling harshly in a half-assed attempt to regain control. “If you’re giving me a hickey right now, I’m going to kill you,” she snaps, though her façade glitches when I nip at a sensitive spot.
“I’ll take that chance,” I mumble against her throat.
With my lips occupied, she sheds her bikini top, and I move my sights to the voluptuous breasts now unveiled before me, her dusk-colored nipples pulling at my last thread of patience. I weigh one of the globes in my hand, loving the overspill through my fingers, and I delicately brush my thumb over her puckered bud.
“Fuck,” she groans, her other arm shooting out behind her to steel herself on my thigh, that greedy cunt of hers generating friction against my straining hard-on. She’s rutting her hips intothe air and capturing my dick in the crossfire, and a shudder sparks through every inch of me, feeding electricity to an already-revved engine.
“Tell me how much you hate me, Lila. That lie sounds so sweet coming out of that pretty mouth.” I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger as another wave of pressure washes over me, induced by a swivel of her hips that I remembervividlyfrom the last time we fucked.
“I…” she starts weakly, eyes closed, head tipped to the ceiling.
“You hate me so much it hurts, right? Like an itch you can’t scratch? An ache you can’t satiate? You hate me so much that you just wish I’d stuff that leaking pussy?” I taunt, flicking my fingernail over that tiny erogenous zone and watching in satisfaction at the way her expression screws tight.
The sexiest mewl exits her lips, almost loud enough to seep through the yacht’s thin walls. “I…want…”
I employ the full effort of my hand, and I fondle the mound of her boob like it’s my own personal plaything. “Go on.”
“Your mouth…on me.”
“Use your words.”
She hesitates. “Your mouth…on my cunt.”
“There she is,” I coo, dragging my hand down the silhouette of her tit and over those hourglass curves, inching closer and closer to the desired target. My fingers play over the protrusion of her hipbone, ducking under the thin strap of her bikini bottom. “There’s my good girl.”
She’s hovering over me, trembling, losing the leverage she once had. I haven’t even touched her pussy yet and she’s putty in my hands. I don’t know how much longer I’ll have this sweet and disciplined version of Lila before she starts berating me again, so I take advantage of her willingness, positioning myself accordingly so she can grab the headboard. Her eyes spring open forthe first time in minutes, and a splash of shame resonates in her deep-sea irises.
“On my face, angel. And don’t bullshit me with suspending your weight. Want you suffocating me, got it? Don’t want to fucking breathe for the next few minutes while I feast on the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted. Andwhen—notif—you come all over my face, I’m going to clean every last drop of cum out of you. We’re not done until you’re empty,” I tell her.
She fully sits up all the way, and I have no idea how my dick’s lasted this long without blowing its load.
