Page 33 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
Moan after moan drifts through the air.
In blissful circular laps, he devours me.
Feasting on my bundle of nerves.
Licking my pussy lips one at a time and concentrating on my clit again.
The way he makes me soaking wet is unimaginable.
His callus fingers grab my thighs roughly and spread them wider, keeping them tucked in place as I start quivering underneath his merciless tongue.
So much better than my toys.
I rake my fingers through his hair and tug a handful at the root.
He groans and the divine vibration is pure ecstasy. “Who needs breakfast when you get this?” Gliding along my slit, he separates my folds, plunges my entrance, and pumps inside while his nose stimulates my clit, and I’m a goner.
“Have you been eaten like this before?”
I tighten my grip on his hair. “No.”
“Good. I’ll raise the bar high enough that you will never want anything less than my lips around you.” He resumes to scrape and graze his teeth over my inner thigh, sticking them in my sensitive flesh, biting until I can feel a mark forming, and back to lap his tongue on my clit.
A few more rounds of this combo before his teeth clamp on my oversensitive clit while he inserts two fingers inside me and starts pumping slowly, then altering between rapid pumps and a delicious circular motion with a tight curl.
He stimulates every fraction of my spirit and sends me into a fierce orgasm.
White spots cloud my vision as he milks my juices to the last drop. “Fuck, Luka!”
He grinds against my body, slowly making his way to my mouth.
Traces of my cum paint his nose and lips, glistening in the morning lights. He presses our lips together, pushing his tongue past mine, and delves into my mouth.
I taste myself in every stroke of his tongue. I feel worshiped through every minute I spend with him.
His palm finds my jaw, and he holds onto it firmly as the kiss deepens. I feel like I’m on cloud nine. Butterflies flutter my stomach. The tingling sensation between my legs is everlasting. And when it reaches my toes, I crave him again.
“More,” I purr between ravenous kisses.
His stiff cockhead nudges my entrance as he slides himself inside my walls. The sweet dive erupts a whisper-moan from my mouth. Especially when the friction of the cold metal hits every nerve.
My mind is mush.
His lips travel from my neck, leaving wet kisses on their trail until he wrecks my mouth again into a consuming kiss.
His thrusts and kisses are rhythmic and sensual, “Your body was made for me.” He puts my leg over his shoulder, pumping deeper.
“M-hmm.”
His fingers playing with my clit. The pacing of his thrusts increases as his hips ram into me with sheer force—I’m afraid, he will break me in half.
He stills his movements abruptly, gazing at me from above. We are one, his chest molds onto my breasts, and his cock is fully inside me while we look into each other’s eyes.
I buck my hips up seeking our friction.
“Beg for my cock.” His warm breath tickles my stimulated skin, licking my neck, he delicately scraps the goosebumps he awakens. His pelvis grinds into me, rubbing all of his deliciousness against my walls.
Rising back to a seated position, he pulls away, flips my front to the mattress, and shoves my knees toward my elbows. He uses his tongue to drag a line from my slit, along my spine, and my body quivers.
