Page 77 of Ugly Duckling
Then I started feasting.
Her cry of surprise when I caught her clit between my teeth and sucked had my cock straining at my boxer briefs. Had I had a free hand, I’d have reached down to start stroking it, giving it the relief it so desperately needed.
As it was, I had my hands full of ass, and my mouth full of pussy.
There was no way I was letting any of that go to give my cock a breather.
No sane man would, anyway.
I pulled her down even farther, my hands clenching on her muscular ass—goddamn, I had dreams about this ass—and speared her entrance with my tongue. My nose hit the tip of her clit, and she cried out in surprise.
“Gunner,” she mewled. “Oh, god. Yes.”
I licked, sucked, and speared her until she was a writhing mess above me.
She was all but drowning me with her juices, and I had zero thoughts in my brain but getting her off. I wanted to taste the way she exploded on my tongue. I wanted her to pour her juices down my throat.
I wanted her to…
“Ughhh, yes.” She finally gave up, no longer supporting her body at all as she started convulsing.
I used my upper body to hold her up enough so I could breathe, but continued to flick her pussy with my tongue until she clamped her thighs around my face and said, “No more. Enough.”
I twisted us fast, forcing her to fall backward on the bed, yanked my underwear down just low enough for my cock to spring free, and lined my cock up with her entrance.
Half a breath later, I was sinking inside of her to the hilt, filling her so full that she was screaming all over again.
At first I thought it was just an aftershock of her first orgasm that was rippling around me, but then I pulled out and she screamed, “Gunner! Back inside!”
I slammed back inside and felt her start to pulse around me, and I couldn’t stop the grin that lit my face as I fucked her hard, with no finesse or rhythm at all.
Her pussy clamped down on my cock, and I buried myself to the hilt and stayed there, my body tensing as I poured my release deep inside of her hot, wet cunt.
I collapsed on top of her, panting and spent, and she wrapped her long legs around my waist and held me for so long that I actually started to nod off.
Before sleep had taken me all the way under, though, she rolled us so that we were on our sides. Then took a deep breath.
“Fuck, you’re heavy,” she replied sleepily.
I pulled her back in close, then let my eyes fall shut again. “Sorry.”
I didn’t open my eyes again until morning.
When I did, I was surprised to find that we were in the exact same position as we were when we’d fallen asleep.
Both of us still on our sides.
Me still fully inside of her.
And my cock hard and pulsing.
When I cracked open my eyes, it was to find hers still tightly shut.
Her hair was everywhere.
In my mouth.
In my eye.
