Page 79 of Firethorne
“And I love the way you touch me. So, please don’t fucking stop,” I urged.
“I love a woman who knows what she wants,” he said as he started to kiss and lick his way down to my breast.
“Then give it to me,” I demanded, and he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, making me cry out. “Oh, fuck yes. That’s it.”
I fisted his hair in my hand and watched him feast on me. His tongue swirling and darting over my nipple, making my pussy throb with need.
He sucked hard, then pulled back, popping my nipple out of his mouth and blowing lightly on it. Then he moved to my otherbreast, giving it the same treatment, making me roll my hips forward, rubbing against him, trying to ease the yearning that I felt down there. I still had my panties on, and when he felt me brush against him, he popped the other nipple out of his mouth and said, “You’re so fucking wet, Maya. I can feel you on my leg. But those panties need to go. Now.”
He sat up and moved to the end of the bed, and told me, “Take them off, and then open wide for me.”
I did as I was told, wriggling my panties from my hips and pulling them down my legs. Once I’d thrown them to the floor, I hesitated for a moment, feeling a little unsure.
“Do it,” Damien commanded. “Open your legs and let me see you.”
Slowly, I rested back on the pillows and opened my legs, feeling the wetness between my thighs. I stared at him, heat burning in my cheeks. But his eyes never strayed from my pussy, and he breathed heavily, his voice coarse as he said, “Wider.”
I opened my legs wider, bending my knees so I could bare myself to him the way he wanted me to.
He nodded in approval and said, “Beautiful. Now use your fingers. Tease that pussy open for me. Show me every inch of you.”
I wanted to please him, so I moved my hands, placing them between my legs, and with my fingers, I pulled myself open for him, exposing my clit.
“And your pussy too,” he demanded.
I could barely breathe as I did what he said. I’d never been so turned on in my whole life.
His breathing was shallower now, a soft pant as he watched me graze my fingers over my pussy, touching and teasing myself.
“Fuck yourself,” he commanded. “Like you did in the cabin that night.”
I nodded and closed my eyes, letting my head fall back as I ran my fingertip over my clit, up and down then around in little circles, before I slid downwards and pushed a finger inside myself.
“More than one finger,” he snapped, and I obeyed, pulling it out, and then pushing two back in as he groaned in appreciation.
“Faster,” he commanded. “Rub your clit with your other hand while you fuck yourself.”
“Yes,” I sighed and began to rub my fingers over my clit as I pumped my hand faster. My hips arched off the bed in response, rocking furiously against my hands as I felt the familiar tingle bursting to life inside me.
“That’s it. Be a good girl and make us both come.”
I opened my eyes to find Damien stroking himself as he watched me. And the way his eyes glazed over, his mouth open as he thrust his cock into his hand, made the tingle grow into a spark and then an exquisite pulse, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.
“Don’t stop,” Damien pleaded, still pumping his cock as he knelt between my legs, watching me finger myself. And then he let out the sexiest moan I’d ever heard as he came in hot spurts of white cum all over my pussy and my hands.
“Fuck yes,” he moaned. “Use my cum, Maya. Push it inside you.”
I pulled my fingers out, smearing them in his cum before pushing them back inside my pussy.
“So fucking beautiful,” he moaned, watching intently as I filled myself with his cum, and then he lay between my legs and pushed my hands aside, saying, “I need to taste this pretty pussy.”
His cum was dripping all over me, but he didn’t care. He buried his face in my pussy, spearing his tongue inside me and lapping like he couldn’t get enough. Groaning with each lick ashe ate me. And all I could do was throw my head back on the pillow and scream at how fucking amazing it felt. He moved his lips, clamping them over my clit and sucking hard, and without warning, I came, my legs shivering as my hips bucked, and I cried out into the room, “Jesus fucking Christ.”
He held my thighs as they shook, keeping his face buried between my legs as the orgasm tore through me. My clit pulsed, my pussy flooded and contracted, and I tensed, willing the sensation to go on forever. I never wanted it to end.
Damien wasn’t giving up. His tongue flickered on my clit, rolling over and around in circles that drove me crazy, and before I knew it, another orgasm was sparking to life, only this time it was stronger, and I whimpered as my walls contracted violently, squeezing inside of me, warmth flooding my pussy. And the shivers I’d felt before became tremors, earth-shattering tremors, as pleasure ripped through me.
“More,” Damien demanded before covering my pussy with his mouth again and eating me like he was a starving man. His tongue teased me to perfection. His lips kissed and sucked me so beautifully I lifted my hips, wanting more, harder. And as I did, he put his hands under my ass and tilted me into the position he wanted me. “That’s it, fuck my face,” he growled, and I did.
