I waste no time.
Sam thrusts her hips into me after one lick, letting me bury my lips in her pussy. My nose makes itself a new home in her hair as I devour her and plunge my tongue as deep as I can manage. The taste of her cannot be judged, quantified, or described.
It is simply perfect.
Andmine.
“Oh, Thor. Baby…” Sam runs her fingers through my buzz cut, massaging my head. “I knew you’d be fucking good at this.”
The chair rocks back and forth. I can’t stop my hips from moving as I taste her.
Sam rocks with me, making love to my tongue.
The chair nearly tips. We laugh and smile at each other.
“Come here.”
I sweep her into my arms, carrying the acrobat into my living room. She yelps as I toss her onto the sofa, right intothe morning light peeking through my wide windows. In that golden spotlight, Sam pulls her sweater off and unhooks her bra, writhing and staring at me, waiting.
I let myself see her, memorizing the details of her full, milky breasts, the flat pink nipples plopped down in her wide areolas. I want to lap them up, swirl my tongue around them until she’s whining for my cock inside of her.
“Don’t tease me,” she begs, watching me undress. “Stop taking your time…”
“I always take my time.”
I whip off my belt and throw it across the room.
Sam’s hips roll on the couch as if my tongue is still inside of her.
Her eyes follow my hands until my jeans are gone and my cock is pointing right at her, pulsing and raging and demanding.
“Thor…” she huffs, mouth agape. “I-I want that.”
I smile and slide onto the couch between her legs. “After I finish my breakfast.”
Sam arches her back as I dive in again.
She tastes even better than before.
I allow myself to unleash, to let loose all the beastly thoughts and drives I can’t control in her presence.
“Thor. Thor…”
I smack her legs into the air, holding them in place with one hand so that her toes are pointing toward the ceiling.
My mouth is drenched, coated with her juices, and I don’t break for even a second.
“Right there,” she coos. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. Please.”
Sam’s body is unwinding for me, releasing all the tension and stress she carries with her. Each time her hips buck, I take it as a sign that I’m hitting the right spot. I hold that rhythm. I work my lips against herhard.
She likes it hard.
She likes it rough.
She likes itspicy…
“I’m gonna cum! Fuck! Please! PLEASE!” I grab her tit, kneading her hard nipple as I growl onto her clit and suck every ounce of juice she wants to give me. “THOR!”
