Page 43 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
Applying the right amount of pressure with her hands, she rubs my length from the base. Her lips seal around my head, performing little suctions that drive me to hell and back again.
Such a tease.
“Oh, fuck.”
Her tongue swipes across the ridge under the head where the piercing ends and it’s absolute pure pleasure. My eyes roll in place. “Yes baby, keep doing that. Taste me.”
She hums and more blood than I think is possible rushes to my cock.
Her hand repeatedly strokes my length back and forth while she hollows her cheeks and sucks hard.
“Yes do that,” she takes my cock in her throat, deep as she can. “W-Wildflower.” I groan.
Every roll of her tongue on my cock is an undertaking of my goddamn being and I whimper for her.
I start pumping inside her throat and I opt my pace, she’s salivating around me, gagging a bit from my size but relaxes her throat the best she can to allow me the pleasure I crave.
“You’re doing so well, just a little bit more.” I push my cock farther.
She moans and her vibrations around my cock send me closer to the edge. Her sounds belong to me. To my fucking dark fantasies of us exploring our bodies. Our limitations.
I’ll praise her more if it means she’ll do that. “I’ll come deep within your throat if you keep moaning.” My thumb traces the softness of her wet lips.
Her hoarse sounds become louder. Muted crescendos for my ears only.
Right on time, I catch her tiny hand reaching to rub her clit, but just like that, she takes it away, preventing herself from experiencing the pleasure.
“Your sweet tiny clit needs attention?”
She tilts her head up to meet my eyes, blinking once to confirm in her adorable puppy face.
How can I say no to her? When my cock is stuffed in her mouth and all I want to do is fucking eat her. “Are you wet for me?”
She wipes her finger along her slit and shows me the evidence of her arousal.
“Touch yourself.” Our eyes lock.
She starts rubbing her clit, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
“That’s it, make yourself come.” I twist her hair around my palm, angle myself, and drive in her slim throat. “Smear your crimson lipstick around my cock.”
It’s all a mess of drool, red stains, and one beautiful woman.
A warm sensation hits my free hand when she laces our fingers. She’s completely unaware of the fact she’s doing it—drawing soothing circles around my padded side.
I feel it deep in my chest. The warm aching feeling of being around someone who is making you feel. Everything she does makes me want to bust, except, I want to come inside her pussy.
“Look at me when you come, wildflower, I want to see those eyes shudder underneath me to the pleasure I instill in them.” I pull myself away from her, and my cock makes a pop sound.
Confusion crosses her face.
“Don’t stop, push two fingers inside your taut pussy and pump harder.”
She obliges. And I love every melody that slips her mouth. Her bottom lip is caged under her teeth, “Mmm,” she moans in a croaky voice.
It’s fucking torture witnessing her pleasuring herself and not being inside her right now. “Pinch your clit for me and come.”
Her climax lasts for a long minute with my name on her lips before I haul her onto the counter. The yelps and loud noises she exhibits for me are breathtaking. They are all mine. Dedicated to me.
