Page 39 of Fumble Into the End Zone
“Shit, your body . . . ”
“Belongs to you,” I said as I enclosed the space between us.
Gripping her face, I ran my thumb down her bottom lip.
“I see the bad girl in your eyes and she wants out. Don’t worry, I’ll let you out, baby,” I said, and she squinted while she licked her lips.
I dropped to my knees and danced my tongue around her nipple, slow and calculated.
“Yeess,” she moaned.
I flickered my tongue over the tip of her nipple before pulling it inside my mouth. She encouraged me by guiding my head. I pulled away and dragged my tongue across her skin until I met her other breast. Circling the nipple with my tongue and caressing the other between my index finger and thumb had Mia aroused. The smell of her pussy intensified, and I knew she was ready.
Standing, I pulled her to the bed. “Show me how wet it gets,” I requested.
Mia shuffled backward and spread her legs. Her manicured fingers danced down her stomach and over her sexy pudge before finding her clit. She swirled her finger around, creating more wetness as I stared at the sight.
“I know you can get wetter than this, Mia. You holding back on me?” I asked as I stepped out of my bottoms and covered my dick with protection.
Mia’s back arched, triggering me to push her hand away. “No. I said you can play with it and get it wet. It’s my job to make it overflow with cum.”
I ran my finger up and down her sensitive clit and she squirmed and moaned. “Marcus.”
Slanting my head, I continued to tease her, opening her with my finger, spreading her juices. Mia’s back arched when I applied gentle pressure with my thumb against her clit.
“Marcus,” she yelled and pressed her head back into the bedding.
I stalled as I tried to decide whether I wanted to eat her pussy or go ahead and climb inside. When cum gushed out, I dropped to my knees and ran the tip of my tongue up and down her clit and pulled it inside my mouth. Mia’s hands found my head as she tried to assist me.
“Yess, eat this pussy,” she moaned her desire.
The bad girl had appeared as she guided my face with both hands into her pleasure. I released her clit before she could cum. She fought to push my head back toward her pussy. I allowed her but shook my head from side to side not focusing on one spot.
“Damn it, Marcus,” she said as I stood with a wet beard and licked my lips.
“Mia, I think you tried to cum, and I didn’t give you permission,” I said, and then smirked.
The determination in her eyes sent my ego soaring as I climbed in between her legs. I teased her manicured pussy with the tip of my dick by pushing it in and pulling it out.
“You ready to lie to me?” I asked, and she squinted with flared nostrils.
I eased myself inside her. “Ummmmm,” she moaned.
Halfway inside, her walls tightened, and I groaned to stay in control. Tonight was about pleasing Mia. I inched the rest of myself inside her and slowly stroked her with passion.
“Marcussss,” she moaned.
I smiled because she was ready to lie to me. In and out at a controlled pace, I pounded Mia’s pussy and the relaxation on her face exposed her pleasure. The smacking soundtrack of our love making bounced off the walls.
“Your pussy asked me to be its new owner,” I said and gripped her waist, continuing to work her middle.
“Mia, did you hear the same?” I asked.
“Yesss, please don’t stop, Marcusss. Make this pussy cum,” she said.
I lifted both legs, placing them on my shoulder, and continued to stroke her pussy. “Marcus, shit! Please, baby don’t...”
She didn’t finish her sentence, with her mouth shaped into a silent O. Only the smacking of our skin and soft moans echoed through the room.
