Page 19 of Don't Speak
I’m suddenly spun around, facing him, before he’s hooking his hands under my legs and hoisting me up on the bar. He pulls my thong off at lightning speed. I’m fully barred to him, my pussy glistening under the bar light.
“Fuck, little lioness. You have a beautiful pussy,” he purrs. I feel the blush creeping up my neck. No one has ever talked to me like that.
Without warning, he leans down, throwing my legs over his shoulders, and dives in. His tongue flattens against my pussy, licking all the way from my opening to my clit, and swirling around the bundle of nerves.
“Oh fuck, Dean,” I whimper. I am in a state of pure bliss. His tongue explores every inch of my cunt, licking every last drop that comes out of me. Pleasure builds, and just when I think he’s going to make me come, he stops.
“No, wait—” I say, frustration building at his abrupt stop.
He chuckles before saying, “Oh, don’t worry, my lioness. I’m going to make this pussy come. But I’m going to have a bit of fun first. Scoot back.”
I do as he says, scooting back to the opposite edge of the bar. He grabs my feet and plants them on the spot where I was just sitting.
“Don’t move these,” he instructs. Part of me wants to disobey just for the punishment I know will come, but I comply.
He reaches for the ice machine, pulling out an ice cube.
“What are you doing with that?” I ask in a lust-filled voice.
“Oh, you’ll see.” He chuckles.
He places the ice cube in his mouth, grinning at me before diving back onto my pussy.
“Oh, FUCK,” I shout. I am suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure, the coldness of the cube mixing with the warmth of his mouth on my pussy sending waves of ecstasy to my core. It feelsamazing. This is something I’ve never experienced before. It’s fucking hot.
I throw my head back, letting out a moan of pure bliss. He chuckles, continuing his assault on my pussy. Shivers creep up my body as the ice begins to melt, creating a pool of wetness that mixes with my own. Once the ice has melted, he comes back up for air.
“Take your shirt off,” he commands, and I do as I’m told, swiftly removing my shirt and bra. I am now completely naked, sitting on top of this bar. He takes a few steps back and stares at me with such intensity that I feel myself blushing under his gaze.
“You are incredibly beautiful, you know that?” he says in a breathy whisper. Just then, he stalks back up to me, grabbing another piece of ice along the way. He climbs onto the bar with me, pivoting my body to where I’m lying vertically with the bar top. He kneels between my legs and bends over me, taking the piece of ice and trailing it from my collarbone down to my nipple. He circles my right nipple, making it peak to his satisfaction before gliding it across my body to the other and repeating the process. While he’s working on my left nipple, he leans down and sucks my right one into his mouth, warming it with his tongue. When he’s done, he continues his descent down my stomach and to my navel, swirling it around before dipping lower to my aching pussy. I jolt at the feeling but relax quickly as he begins peppering kisses on my stomach. He swirls the ice cube around my center before his warmth disappears, and he crawls up my body again.
He looks directly into my eyes as he says, “Open.”
I obey, opening my mouth. He slides the ice onto my tongue, and I close my mouth around his fingers, popping off of them as a suck.
“Do you like the way you taste, little lioness?” he purrs.
I am so engrossed in him that all I can manage is a nod.
“Mmm. Me too.” Then, he kisses me, entwining his tongue with mine, sharing the ice cube until it fully melts.
He breaks the kiss, sitting back up in a kneeling position, and pulls his shirt off. Once he’s removed it, he unzips his pants, reaching in and pulling out his rock-hard cock. He gives it a few strokes before grinning at me, noticing my widened eyes.
“Like what you see, little lioness?” he taunts, raising an eyebrow.
I lick my lips, looking back up at him before responding, “It’s… just… a lot bigger than I was expecting.”
He stands fully on the bar, removing his pants completely and tossing them on the floor. Still standing, he says, “Kneel in front of me. I want to feel those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock.”
Jesus, fuck. The mouth on this man is sinful. He could tell me to do anything, and I’d obey, which is NOT like me. I’ve given head before, but I think this time I might just enjoy it. Sitting up, I get on all fours before sitting on my knees before him. I wince from the slight discomfort of the hard bar top, and he notices. He hops down, walks over to where we keep the clean bar towels, and grabs 4 of them. Walking back over to me, he hops back on the bar and begins folding the towels in a square. He takes two of them and places them under my right knee, then repeats the process with my left, so I now have some cushion under my knees.
“Better?” he grins.
“Much.” I grin back.
Kneeling before him, I am now face-to-face with his cock. It glistens, precum having already leaked from his tip. It’s huge. I’m thinking at least 8 inches, and my pussy throbs at the idea of him inside me.
I stare up at him, waiting for his next move. He grabs his shaft, maneuvering his head to where it presses against my lips. He gives my lips a little tap-tap-tap before saying, “Open.”
