Page 13 of Double the Fun

“Listen, sugar, there’s never going to be a time that I don’t put someone in their place when they think they have some claim over what’s mine. And you,” I trace the collar of her shirt -my shirt- taking great pride in how she shivers at my touch, “are mine!”

Times up! I push and she loses her balance and falls back against the bed, the frame catching her behind the legs and leaving her flat on the mattress for me. Her little mouth pops open in a surprised gasp as I follow her down. I have those damned white shorts off her ass and on my floor where they belong in no time.

My mouth comes down on her sweetness, panties and all. I move the lace over with nothing but my teeth before I am eating the bare candied pussy in front of me like a man starving for a sugar fix. Her hand goes to the top of my head as she starts making little mewling noises under me.

I have her thrown into the climax of orgasm before she can say so much as my name. I love how she reacts, how she responds to my touch, how she never tries to hold back how she is feeling. Most importantly, and something I didn’t think I would care one way or another about, I love how this pussy is all mine. Only mine.

Only ever mine!

Chapter Ten

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Harley

Am I not still supposed to be mad at him? Shouldn’t I be yelling and screaming over him getting me fired? How did we go from talking about my virgin status to him eating me out and driving me headlong into a mind-numbing orgasm?

His mouth on me makes me forget though and when he uses just the edge of his teeth to nip at my already sensitive clit, I am fully gone. No turning back. I shake through my release but don’t have a chance to come back down because Colm isn’t stopping. He doesn’t slow down or stop at two either. By the time he’s wrung my third orgasm out of me, I couldn’t tell you which end is up and which is down.

How is it with Colm I can feel so…naughty and still like a lady. He lets me experiment and explore what it feels like to be a wanton slut, but he never treats me like I’m anything other than a queen. Hell, that’s enough of an aphrodisiac for me to be ready for him at the drop of a hat.

I can tell by the expression on his face that this time is different. This time he isn’t going to hold back or stop at just some fun, light oral. He confirms this for me by slipping a finger inside of me. His finger curls and makes my toes do the same in response.

It doesn’t take him long before he has touched some magic spot I never knew about living inside of me that makes everything so much deeper and more intense. My hands flail out trying to find steady ground to hang on to as my body starts to shake and tighten around his intruding digit. I try to hold back, afraid of what’s to come. How can this be alright? How can it be the same as before when it doesn’t feel the same?

It doesn’t matter how hard I try to hold back, in the end, he adds another finger and the stretch and burn mixed with the motion against that secret place has me popping off the bed, crying out his name and rushing headlong into sweet oblivion. My body tingles like I’ve touched a live wire and every ounce of energy I have goes into this one orgasm. I feel the pulses and rhythmic squeezes in every muscle below my waist.

By the time I open my eyes again, it’s to find Colm’s head bent over my breast as he drops kisses on the peaks and takes a second with each one of them to lick and suck before moving up to my mouth. I kiss him with as much passion as my limp body can produce as he plays with my tongue and teaches me new ways to mate with nothing more than our mouthes.

It takes my orgasm-fogged brain a few minutes to register the fact he isn’t wearing anything anymore. I'm not sure when he took his pants off, but he lost his shirt somewhere between my third and fourth orgasm. I watched him the entire time he reared back and took it off with just one hand - it was hot as fuck! He works my shirt, the shirt I borrowed from him this morning with the name of their tattoo shop on the front in a bold, artsy design, up over my head and flings it behind him. Next to go is my bra until I am just as naked and bare as he is.

At the first contact with his body against mine, I gasp and fight the urge to arch into him. The fight doesn’t last long when he slowly slides himself up against me like we are trying to dry hump with our whole bodies. And somehow it’s working for me because my heart starts pounding harder and that heavy feeling in my tummy I have when I’m deeply turned on flares to life yet again.

He wraps himself around me, enveloping me in his arms even as he nestles himself in between my open thighs. At the touch of his cock against me, I jump before settling down. When I look into Colm’s eyes there is a hint of a smile there telling me I’ve given myself away again. Instead of saying as much, he drops a kiss on my mouth before rolling us so that I am on top of him.

I think he wants me to sit up and slide down on him, but he moves us yet again. Eventually, I end up in his lap with my legs on his, which means I end up with my legs spread wide. His cock nestles right up against my bare pussy. When I look down I’m reminded how…well-endowed he is, I get a little worried.

“Um…I…I don’t think that thing is going to fit.”

He chuckles under me before he fills one of his hands with my breast and the other drops to play with my clit. He’s so good it doesn’t take long before I’ve dropped my head back on his shoulder and started dancing back and forth on his lap. He uses the same hand he’s using to play with my pussy to also press his thick cock up against my spread pussy. The added pressure has my body tightening and growing wet with anticipation of what is coming.

“Oh…goodness…oh, Colm. Oh my God!”

I start to tense in his arms and like a signal he’s been waiting for, he slowly presses his cock back further so that he is at my entrance. The head of his dick pops in quickly and causes me to go ramrod straight.

“Shh, it’s only the tip.” He drops kisses down the column of my neck. “There’s no rush, no worries. All you have to do is just lay against me and feel. We’re going to take our time.”

His fingers come back to play with my clit again and he massages my breast in his other hand. I soon forget the unusual sensation of having something inside of me and only concentrate on what Colm’s hands are doing. I feel myself relax into his hold and my body builds back up so that I am very close to cumming. He hasn’t pulled out of me, his cock still firmly lodged in my stretched pussy.

I roll my hips and gasp out when he enters me further. My pussy clings to him, periodically squeezing up around him as he keeps working my clit. The closer I come to climaxing the more my hips roll and thrust so that I am the one taking more and more of Colm in, until he comes up against the barrier I’ve spent years trying to hide away.

Before I can take a moment to wonder if this is it, he pushes my body down as he pops his hips up. The moment his thickness breaches my body my breath catches in my throat, and I try to breathe through the sharp flare of pain. Heat floods my body causing my hands to drop to my lower belly.

“Did…did you…why did it get so warm?”

Instead of answering me, he rocks back and forth under me causing him to move inside of me. His hand that was playing with my breasts now come up to turn my head so that he can capture my lips before encircling my neck. His other hand starts to strum my clit again. I’m hurtling towards my release before I can catch my breath from him breaking my cherry. My body starts pulsing around him as he strokes inside of me and finds that spot his fingers found before, but this time, with the broad head of his cock hitting it, my body starts shaking and my thighs trembling with what’s to come.

“Colm!” It’s all I can gasp out before my back is arching, pushing me further into his lap and further down on his cock.

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