“Nicklas!” I gasp, embarrassed to have his tongue right there.
Undeterred, he licks the rim before hardening his tongue and working it inside my ass just as he slides two fingers into my weeping pussy. I’m on sensation overload, my brain shutting down as all I can do is feel what he’s doing to me. And damn, it’s so… filthily perfect.
I arch my back, eager to get him deeper, in both holes. When he removes his tongue from my ass and replaces it with a singledigit there’s no pain. Only a burning, uncontrollable need for more; more of him, more of the pleasure coiling deep in my stomach.
“That’s it,” he praises. “The sight of my fingers disappearing into your tight ass is pure perfection.”
If this is what perfection feels like, I’m going to strive for it every single day for the rest of my life. I want to tell him how good it feels, but I can’t make any words come out of my mouth, only garbled, nonsensical words that are really more like animalistic noises.
Nick picks up his pace, making the coil inside me intensify. It feels like it’s growing, and I feel an overwhelming need to pee. “Wait… stop… I need to…”
Instead of stopping, he fucks me harder, adding a third finger to my pussy, and a second finger to my ass. This time the burn is exactly what I need to take me over the edge again. I cry out his name, mewl, and scream as my entire body tenses.
Then it releases, and I can’t stop myself, I let go and liquid sprays from me like never before. What I thought was a need to pee wasn’t that, it was something else entirely.
“Fuck!”
I’m barely aware of Nick removing his fingers from my openings, inelegantly shoving my legs wider as he… wait, what is he doing? I feel his lips close around my entire sex. Oh… he’s drinking me down.
“Give me more,” he demands, like I have any control over it.
I’ve never done that before, so I don’t know if there’s any way for me to control it. I still give it a try, pushing to see if more comes out, and it does. His appreciative groans and moans go straight to my pussy, making more wetness seep out of me. It’s like a delicious and intense circle that just keeps looping.
“No more,” I cry when it’s finally too much. “P-please.”
Even though I can’t see or feel it, I just know he’s smirking. “Are you sure?” he rasps, sliding out from under me.
I awkwardly move around so I’m on my back, my legs dangling over the edge of the desk. I look up at him, loving how dark and intense his eyes are. It makes me feel like he’s all-seeing, which I’ve come to learn I love when it comes to me.
“Why? What do you have in mind?” I ask playfully, palming my breasts as I pointedly stare at the crotch of his suit pants. Even though the fabric is dark, there’s no mistaking the wet patch. “Did you come in your pants?”
“No,” he rasps. “But it was close. Christ, Kitten, when you squirted…” Trailing off, he closes his eyes, a rumble sounding from deep in his throat as though the mere mention is bringing out his feral side. “But I’ll always save my cum for your pretty cunt. You know that.”
I watch mesmerized as he quickly undresses. When he removes his pants, his cock springs free; it’s so huge. Every time I look at it, I marvel at the fact that it fits inside me. It should be an impossibility, but luckily it’s not.
“Get that inside me,” I moan, pointing right at his rigid member, resisting the urge to lick my lips as it bounces with every step he takes closer to me. “Now.”
Positioning himself between my spread legs, he leans down, placing his lips close to my ear. “Tell me what you want,” he growls, his words vibrating against me.
“I want you to fill me with your cum. All of it. Shoot your load deep in my pussy,” I gasp, lost in the whirlwind of sensation of his hardness pressing insistently against my core.
“Turn around,” he orders, his voice thick with lust. “Brace yourself on the desk.”
I obey, my mind cloudy with need. He positions himself behind me, his hardness pressing against my entrance. With one swift thrust, he fills me completely, eliciting a cry from my lips.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he grunts, setting a punishing rhythm. Each stroke drives us further into a frenzy of passion and possession.
“Please, Nick, I need your cum inside me,” I plead, my nails digging into the wood of the desk.
“Anything for you,” he promises, his movements growing more frantic as we chase release together. “Come for me, now. Milk the cum from my balls with your cunt.”
“Nicklas!” I scream as another orgasm rips through me, my walls clenching around him.
“Carolina!” he roars, his release hot and potent within me, marking me as his own.
We stay like that for a few moments, panting; the air charged with the intensity of our union. Slowly, he pulls away, turning me to face him, his eyes softening.
“Nothing has ever felt so right,” he confesses, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face.
