“Fuck! You taste better than good,” I admit, bringing her closer over my crotch, so I can feel her wet pussy put some pressure over my hard, agonized length. In my depraved desires, I secretly hope she marks my jeans with her arousal, even though my dick will hate me for the suffering I’m putting him through.
“More kissing, less talking, pretty boy,” she rasps between heated breaths, biting my lip in such a way that has me seeing stars. And not the ones I brought Stone to marvel at tonight.
When she begins dancing on top of my lap, though, all my restraint seems to evaporate. The way she’s stroking me, grinding up and down my engorged cock with her barely-clad pussy, is driving me mental.
“Jesus, that feels good,” I growl, my fingers leaving imprints on her hips, easing her stroking rhythm. But it’s only when I hear the hunger in my voice that I realize I might be off my game a bit more than I suspected.
I’m not a talker when it comes to hook-ups.
I’ve learned the hard way that if a guy talks during a fuck session, then he can expect the girl he’s about to screw seven ways to Sunday to talk her way through it, too. I know it makes me sound like an asshole, but with most girls I’ve been with in the past, the only good use I ever found for their mouths was to suck me off. Listening to their over-the-top, wanna-be-porn-star wails or their dirty talk never got the end result they had intended. Instead of a stiffy, I’d be limp like a soft noodle. Not exactly something I want to repeat or have talked about. So my rule of thumb for hook-ups has always been—if they want to be fucked so thoroughly that they’ll have trouble walking straight for a week, then they have to keep their damn play-by-play to themselves. Moaning and calling out for God at the end was my limit for conversing while fucking.
However, with Stone, it’s occurred to me that I haven’t enacted that rule. In fact, I’m all for her talking my ear off if she wants. Mostly because half the words that come out of her bratty mouth have me hard anyway, so as far as I can see, it’s a win-win for both of us.
“God, I want to taste you all over,” I spew out, coaxing her to reply to test my theory further.
“I can help you with that,” she teases back, jumping off my crotch and landing on my chest, inching her way up until she’s straddling my face. She takes off her shirt, letting it fall to the ground beside me, throwing a little mischievous wink my way, when all I can see are her heavy breasts, so close to where I want them, and yet so far away. “Now, do a girl a solid, pretty boy, and use your mouth for what it was intended for, will you?” she orders provocatively.
Fuck this girl!
“Your wish is my command,” I reply dutifully, pulling her skimpy thong to the side, her bare shaven pussy and glistening lips right there for the taking.
Without a second to waste, my tongue takes one large lap, and the nectar it comes in contact with is nothing but pure sugar. I don’t need to keep the gentle one-stroke routine for long before getting her pussy acquainted with my tongue. As far as I’m concerned, Stone just handed me her juicy cunt as my prize, and I fully intend on cashing it in.
Unable to contain my raging lust any longer, I grab her ass to keep her in place and eat her out as if she were my favorite dessert. And as much as I try to deny it, all my taste buds tell me she is. Her erratic wails drive me to do my worst, desperate to wring every last drop out of her.
“Fuck! You’re really good at that!” she moans out, her hands gripping my hair, holding my face prisoner to where her ache is strongest.
I can’t hold back, so my tongue begins to torment the little nub that’s hidden away, and then return to plunge into her, giving relief to her torturous need, which only increases my own. My tongue repeats this merciless dance until we’re both suffering in equal measure.
“Yeah! Just like that. Don’t stop, Finn! Don’t stop!” she begs as she fucks my tongue with such fervor, I think I’m going to cum just with her riding my face so unashamedly.
I slap her ass with both hands before sinking them back on her redden cheeks to keep to her ravenous pace, eating her out as if her pussy were my only source of oxygen.
“Shit!” I moan when she lets out a glorious cry, broadcasting to everyone in a ten-mile radius that she’s meeting her maker.
From down here, I can’t see her face as she falls apart, which is the only downside of the position we’re in. So I pull her off my face and turn us over, leaving her flat on the ground with my looming body covering hers. She’s still riding her orgasmic high, her eyes hooded and her cheeks pink, when I begin to kiss every part of her flesh. The mounds of her breasts heave up and down as she tries to settle her erratic breathing, but before the night is through, she’ll be gasping for air once more. I’ll make sure of it.
I kiss and suck her neck, trailing my kisses down until my lips find a puckered nub under her lace bra. I pull the lace down with my teeth, popping out one perfect breast with a pert nipple that looks eager for me. I latch my mouth over it immediately, her rosebud tasting even sweeter than before. I play with the other pebble with my hand, grasping onto her perfect, huge tits with my mouth and fingers. Images of me placing my cock in between them, jerking me off until I mark them with my cum, has me hallucinating.
“Shit, the things I could do to these babies,” I groan out.
I give one a light bite before removing myself from such temptation, and slide my tongue further down to kiss her flat stomach. When I smell her desire increase so close to her needy pussy, it tells me her craving to ravish me is just as fierce as my own.
“You really do talk a lot when you’re horny,” she jokes, pulling at the strands of my hair so she’s the one calling the shots.
“Want me to stop?” I ask, wondering if my dirty talk is putting her off, the same way I was by so many girls before I implemented my no-talking rule during sex.
I don’t know why, but that one silent second that passes by without her answer has my insides all twisted up.
“And why would I want that? When that mouth of yours knows exactly what to say… and do.”
She smiles at me, and won’t you know it, the knots inside my throat just evaporate into thin air. Unable to stop myself, I crawl my way back up and kiss her as if my life depended on it. Her taste is still on my lips, and our maddening kiss just makes me want to lose control and fuck her senseless once and for all. However, I was raised never to assume that, just because I got a girl off, she would be down to fuck right after, so I have to ask.
“I kind of need to fuck you, Stone. So if you’re not okay with that, now would be a good time to tell me to fuck off.”
Okay, so maybe I’m not for pretty words and romantic gestures and all that, but at least I’m being honest. I’m about to explode in my goddamn jeans, just with the taste of her pussy still lingering on my tongue and her soft, pliant body beneath me. So why make a big production that I’m anything but turned the fuck on?
Luckily for me, the desire in Stone’s eyes doesn’t look satiated enough either, so when she turns me onto my back, I’m all too happy to comply.
“You have a condom on you, quarterback?”