Page 81 of Seven+Four
I’m burning for him inside and outside, whimpering as he tongue-fucks me deeply.
“My Sari likes to have his asshole played with.”
Yes, I do. I do.I want to say, but I’m breathless, chasing that orgasmic release. So close.
“Your hole sucks my tongue like it’s a cock.” I can feel the smile on his lips just before he goes back to work.
The noises coming from me are obscenely loud. But the pleasure is out of this world, and the contrast between the roughness of his stubble and the velvety quality of his tongue turns up the intensity even more.
I cry out as Uri suddenly lifts my hips and flips us. My hands shoot out over the sheets, even though Uri is holding me up effortlessly. My ass is on his face, right on his mouth.
“Ride my face,” he instructs me, sticking his tongue into my eager hole again.
My hips are already shamelessly gyrating and moving against his talented tongue. I fuck myself on it with wild abandon, one of my hands grabbing his dreads, attempting to get him deeper into me, deeper inside my hole.
I feel like I’m poised on the edge of desperation. I sob as I lose sense of time and space, pain and pleasure. I’m falling apart embarrassingly fast. But it’s Uri. Uri. My Uri.
The climax is brutal when it hits. I come with a muffled cry, writhing against his hungry mouth. I feel a rope of cum hit mychest before Uri takes my dick inside his hot, sucking mouth while his fingers replace his tongue. My brain feels fried. I shudder with bliss. I seem to have forgotten how to breathe; my arms are shaking under my weight.
I hear his lips release my shaft with a pop. And then he rolls me onto my belly and climbs over my body until he sits on my shoulders. His hand wraps around my neck, forcing my face to the side. His hard, long, pierced dick is the only thing I can see. His knees are on both sides of my head, caging me, forcing me down on the bed. He keeps arousing me to a higher level. But how many levels are there?
“I want your spit on my cock when I plunge into your loose hole.” His filthy talk gets me to yet another level.
He slaps his length on my cheek, the sting erupting on my face makes my lips throb as much as my dick. Then he rubs the wet tip over my mouth, painting the plump flesh, lingering on the stinging cut on my lower lip—from when the bastard at the club slapped me. That felt wrong and cringey, not pleasurable at all, I hated every minute of it. While being cock-slapped by Uri’s dick makes me want to offer the other cheek. And he knows it, smirking so smugly as he keeps stroking his pierced head over my face. I stick out my tongue, licking the bead of pre-cum off the tip. It makes him growl like a wild animal, while I feel empowered.
“Open wide and suck hard,” he orders, just before he pushes it in my mouth—in this position with my head turned to the side, he can’t go very deep. I swallow and twist my tongue just like he taught me. I can’t move, and it’s harder to breathe since I’m belly down, pushing on my lungs. That just heightens my pleasure.
“Such a good cock sleeve. Drool for me,” he snarls, mercilessly fucking my face. I would smile if my lips weren’t stretched to the maximum, and tell him to use me as he pleases if my mouth wasn’t stuffed with dick. His hand around my throat is loose, only his thumb is pressing on it right where his cock is driving in and out. His piercing keeps dragging over my tongue, reminding me how good it felt inside my butt.
My sight is turning blurry as my brain is not getting enough oxygen. I’m dizzy now; I feel my eyes are rolling inside my head. Ecstasy hits me hard again as I choke on his dick. Just when I’m about to pass out, he pulls back and dismounts from me.
I find myself in his arms, on my side, my back pressing flush to Uri’s front. Heat radiates from his skin wherever we touch. His body comforting mine. His muscular thigh pressing down on my waist, his forearm around my chest, his fingers playing with my hair.
My mind is still blank as I try to catch my breath. He suddenly spreads the burning flesh of my ass cheeks and thrusts himself inside my sore hole, slamming home. Every inch of me is filled with every inch of him again. Uri is inside me. My only love is in me.
“You’re squeezing me, Christ!” I’m only faintly aware of his words, because the stretch is painful in the most perfect way. His jizz fills me up as he gives a hard thrust, pressing hard and deep, groaning my name. I love this. I will never get enough of him.
“I want to live in your fucking pearly skin. Engrave my name all over your body.” The clear fixation in his voice doesn’t frighten me. Instead it pushes a sigh of happiness out of my mouth. I want him to carve my flesh, to leave a permanent mark on me. Crazy? Maybe, but I don’t care anymore. I just want us to be…us.
He isn’t moving now, but seems content to just be inside me, reaching the deepest part. His leg feels heavy on my hip. My eyes fall to the tattoos on his thigh. The date of my birthday in Roman numerals, the name I gave to his first restaurant, Winnie—the cute pet lizard I kept in my bedroom until it escaped—even the x-ray of my heart which I took for a high-school science project.
I feel tears fill my eyes. I would have told him how I felt if I had seen them. Because these tattoos are like a confession, not of his love but of his everlasting, unchangeable, and undying obsession with me. Why did he hide them from me?
I snuggle closer to him—if that’s even possible—and wrap his arm more tightly around my chest. The movement makes me squeeze around his length, pushing some of his cum out of me.
“No shower. I want to smell my cum on you.” He nips at my ear.
Hearing Uri be so possessive turns me on more than it should. But I really need a shower.
“I do like the smell of you on my body, but I feel sticky,” I admit.
He grunts, squeezing me in his arms a bit too tightly before he lets me go. His dick slips out of me. Ouch, I feel sore. I stand up—with some effort since I ache all over—and head for the bathroom when Uri’s voice stops me mid-step.
“Don’t move.”
I glance back over my shoulder as I hear his order. “What is it?”
He doesn’t reply, and I wait, trying not to wiggle as cum slides out of my ass and runs down my legs.
