Page 140 of Misrule
He bit her chin. “I miss bein’ in you.”
She rolled her pussy against his growing erection. “I’ve missed you coming on my tongue.”
“What a dirty lil’ bitch,” he growled, thumbing her aching nipples. “We shoulda went in the cage, then you coulda wore a skirt. I woulda just lifted the motherfucker, took my big dick out and buried it in your lil’ cunt.”
As he spoke, he held her and guided them to the blanket, lifting himself on his elbows and hovering over her. Bending his head, he stole long kisses, worshipping her mouth with leisure. He slid her shirt up, exposing her belly, and running his fingertips along her heated skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. He took care in exploring her recesses with sweet, gentle touches that left Meggie gasping.
He slid down her body, parting her thighs with his shoulders, and burying his face between her legs.
Meggie arched in frustration, needing to feel the contact of his tongue without the barrier of leather. “Take off my pants,” she whined.
He responded by sitting up and untying first one boot, and then the other before sliding her pants off, aided by her kicks.
He smirked at her. “You wantcha pussy ate bad, huh, baby?”
“Yes,” she groaned, lifting her hips. “Please.”
“Keep your ass in the air and hold your cunt lips open,” he ordered.
Trembling, Meggie followed his directions. He bumped her clit with the tip of his nose before sniffing her seam, teasing her without mercy. Her juices bubbled at the anticipation to feel his tongue on her most sensitive areas. He inserted a finger inside of her.
“Lick me!” she demanded.
His laughter fanned his breath over her wet flesh, but he stopped her torture, fluttering her clit with the flat of his tongue, circling her lips and tickling her fingers because she still held herself open to him. Moving her hands away and taking his finger out of her, he drew her sensitive bud between his teeth and sucked her.
Meggie twisted and screamed, the pain morphing into pleasure, and sending her over the edge. She came with such force she thought she might faint. Instead of giving her a chance to recover, he buried himself inside of her.
“Fuck, baby, you so fuckin’ wet,” he breathed, masculine and satisfied. Slanting his mouth over hers, he pumped into her.
His lips and tongue tasted and smelled of her, driving Meggie insane. She writhed underneath him. When he withdrew, she lifted her hips to meet his downstroke and rolled against his cock.
“Come in my mouth.”
“Fuuccckkk, Megan,” he managed, increasing his tempo into her, harsh pants escaping him. “I’m about to nut.” He withdrew from her, rose up, and brought his cock to her mouth.
She wrapped her lips around his hot cockhead, and sucked, before opening her mouth and exposing her tongue, allowing his seed to gush out. Drunk from his salty taste, she lapped every last drop, vaguely away of his strangled groans. She massaged his testicles, coaxing a last bit of cum from him. He shuddered, then stretched out next to her and drew her into his arms. Drowsy, she snuggled close to him.
“I shouldna tore your panties,” he said into the silence, a few moments later.
Meggie’s eyes popped open. “You didn’t hurt me and I have more.”
“It ain’t that, baby.” He sat up and lit a cigarette, before continuing. “I got a cock, so I ain’t gonna have pussy itch,” he offered around plumes of smoke.
Lifting her head, Meggie frowned. “What?”
“Leather and wet pussy equal itchy cunt.”
She glared at him, then sat up, her hair falling in tangles around her. “Omigod, that’s disgusting.”
“Ain’t givin’ a fuck. That shit real. And you fuckin’ know it.”
“Christopher, why are we discussingyeast infectionsafter making love?”
“Just worried about your pussy, Megan.”
Unable to help herself, she laughed. “I appreciate that. As soon as we get home, I’ll run and take a shower.”
He nodded, satisfied. “Don’t wait to get that stuff if you start itchin’.”
