I barely manage to keep from shouting her name, and instead let out a low snarl as I spill down her throat. I feel her throat working to swallow all of me, and it only seem to prolong my orgasm, until finally, spent, I fall back against the bed, uncaring that she’s probably going to be pissed at me for it. Who the hell cares about my back when my entire body is just one giant puddle?
I jerk when she gently runs her tongue over me, and I hiss when she gives one more light suckle over the head of my cock, before she finally releases me. She gets to her feet, looking at me with heated eyes. “Your angel status is about to be revoked to devil,” I rasp out, voice gritty as I stare up at her.
She gives a low chuckle. “I can live with that. Now sit the hell up off your back.”
“Angel, forget about my back,” I order. “It’s fine and I’ll make sure not to move so I don’t rip anything. Now, I want your pussy over my face because I need another taste of you.”
She looks like she wants to argue, but she’s warring with how much she wants me to make her come again. Pleasure must win over common sense, because she crawls on the bed, moving up my body until her knees are on either side of my head, one hand is braced on the wall in front of her, and the other is gripping my hair to hold my head steady as she lowers herself over me.
I love a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. I waste no time in getting to work.
This time, I taste every inch of her, thrusting my tongue deep inside her pussy, before moving it up to lick and suck on her clit. She rewards me by coating me in arousal, her hips gently undulating against my face. She tastes so fucking good, and I’ll never get tired of having her like this. Or any other way I can gether. Her low moans, barely muffled as she turns her head into the crook of her arm, are an aphrodisiac. I want so badly to hear her screams and moans as loud as she wants them, but we’ll get there.
I thrust my tongue in and out of her, bringing one hand over the top of her thigh to rub at her clit. She lets out a loud moan, before I see her digging her face into her arm even harder, her hand in my hair gripping even tighter, and her inner thighs starting to tremble.
She’s definitely getting closer. I pull my tongue from her, bringing my free hand up so I can thrust two fingers inside her. She whimpers, and I look up at her, watching in fascination at the changes in her expression as her head falls back and her throat works hard as she swallows down the sounds she’s trying to hold back. Her inner walls clamp down on my fingers, her hips jerking, and her scent getting stronger as she heads towards her orgasm.
Suddenly, she looks down at me, blue eyes wild and bright as she grits out between clenched teeth, “Tongue. Again. Suck on my clit. Oh, fuck.” Her eyes slam closed as her body shivers, close to falling over that edge, but still just out of reach.
My cock hardens again at the sight of her, at the feel of her moving faster and more desperately over me. I need to be inside her again, but first, I need her to come all over my face. I do as she ordered, removing my fingers from her clit and replacing it with my mouth. I lift my eyes to watch her as I increase the suction, until finally, I feel the tell-tale flutters and tightening around my fingers. I keep up the steady rhythm until finally, she releases my head and slams her hand over her mouth to muffle her screams as she comes.
It’s fucking glorious. I groan as I release her clit and shove my tongue inside her, tasting all of her as she spasms over and around me. Her thighs clamp hard on the sides of my head, andshe practically grinds her pussy into my mouth as she chases her pleasure. Thank God I grabbed a bit more air because I might have suffocated; still, I’d die a fucking happy man.
Finally, she lifts herself off me, and I ease back enough to draw in some air before I gently lap at her, making her shudder and reach down to push my head back as she pulls away. “Too sensitive,” she gasps out, and I let her fall away from me onto her back, her entire body glistening with sweat, and her lungs panting as she tries to draw in air.
I quickly rub my face into the bedspread before I roll and reach for the nightstand drawer. I grab another condom and quickly roll it on. I need inside her. Now. When I turn back, I see her lying there, head on the pillow, face flushed, and her legs bent at the knees and spread. She gives me a slow, saucy smile as her hand slide between her thighs, two fingers gently working her clit. Her body quivers and jerks slightly as she watches me, and I move quickly so I’m kneeling between her legs, watching her. “You’re ready for me to fuck your pussy again, aren’t you, angel?”
“Mmmm, I am,” she purrs, moving her fingers a little faster, her breath hitching. “Think you can do as well as you did last time? Or was that a one-and-done kind of thing?” Her teasing taunt only makes me chuckle.
She thinks that she’s going to insult me? I already know I’m going to have her screaming my name again very soon. Instead of answering her, I grip her ass, lift her to line myself up, and thrust hard inside her. She lets out a loud gasp, but then she quickly starts to move with me, her body instinctively setting the pace it knows it needs.
I lean forward, bracing myself over her on my elbows, and reach back to help wrap her legs around my waist. She doesn’t fight me, and I look deep into her eyes as I take her. Her face is flushed, her eyes bright as she stares up at me, and her mouthopen as she takes short, gasping breaths as air bursts out with every deep thrust of my cock. “Hulk,” she whispers, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders, nails digging in.
“You feel so fucking perfect, angel,” I grunt, increasing my pace, the sound of flesh slapping against each other echoing in my ears. “So wet. Gripping my cock like you don’t want to ever let it go.”
She moans low in her throat, her back arching as I manage to hit the perfect spot inside her. “Fuck, yes,” she gasps. “So fucking good. Don’t stop.”
“No way in hell,” I promise her, sweat dripping from my forehead as I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her desperately. She moans into my mouth, one hand slipping back up into my hair and gripping the strands tightly. Fuck, when did something like that become so erotic? Streaks of pleasure shoot down my spine to my balls, making them tighten and my orgasm edge that much closer.
I move faster and harder inside her, the bed rocking with each thrust, until finally, I force my mouth from hers and order, “Come for me, angel. Fuck, I need you to come all over my cock. Squeeze me so tight until you wring every last drop of my cum from me.”
“Hulk,” she pants, eyes wide as she yanks her hand from my hair and manages to get it down between us. Her fingers rub furiously at her clit, the back of her fingers brushing against my pubic bone, just above my cock. “Oh fuck, yes,” she hisses, her body shuddering as her orgasm begins. “Oh, fuck, yes, Hulk. Keep going,” she demands, a harsh groan coming from her as she moves her body harder and faster against mine. “Stretch me with your cock. Yes, just like that.”
I’m helpless but to do as she orders, easing up to my knees to grip her legs and push them back toward her chest, so I can power harder and faster inside her. Her low cries are startingto get louder, but some small part of me is still in control and I quickly thrust two fingers into her mouth, letting her suck and scream around them as she continues to come around me. I grit my teeth as I finally let myself come, letting her pleasure drive me over that last edge.
It takes another minute before I finally come back to my senses, and see Avery watching me as she gently sucks on my fingers, and then releases them. I pull them away, letting my hand fall limply to the pillow beside her head. We stare at each other, our chests heaving, and her body still trembling from the force of our orgasms.
Finally, I force myself to pull away, and I hear that little hitch in her throat at losing my cock. I love that sound. Always have, and it makes me want to do it all over again. Even if the body isn’t quite willing yet. I climb off the bed on unsteady legs and walk to my bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up.
When I come back out, Avery hasn’t moved, her eyes hooded as she watches me. Her lips are swollen, and her hair is completely mussed and out of the braid she had it in earlier. There’s an utter satisfaction about her that makes me smile at her smugly as I lie on my side next to her on the bed, bracing my head in my hand.
She arches a brow. “Pleased with yourself, aren’t you?” Her voice is low and husky.
“Immensely,” I reply unashamedly. “You telling me you aren’t?” I lean forward, nipping at her lower lip. “Or wasn’t that you almost pulling my hair out by the roots?”
Instead of getting embarrassed, she just grins and shrugs. “Wanted to make sure you knew what you needed to do.”
“Good thing I don’t have a tender ego, angel,” I drawl, tickling her side, making her giggle. I press my mouth back to hers, and we settle into an easy kiss.
