“I have a shampooer,” he says, his voice husky, and I can’t help but laugh at how serious he is. “I’ve had to use it a few times,” he admits with a flush. His fingers find my entrance again and he circles it a few more times, driving me wild with need, before he pushes inside me, making me moan and spread even wider for him. “God, you like being filled don’t you, darling?” he rasps. “Like having your cunt played with.”
My breath leaves me on a shudder, my hole spasming, and I grip my dick to keep from coming at his words. Why the hell does that make me respond so strongly? “Bentley,” Iwhine. “Please? I need you to eat me. Suck on my pussy, baby. Tell me how good I taste.”
His eyes darken and his nostrils flare. But instead of sliding out of me, he inserts another finger and plays with me some more, scissoring his fingers, pegging my prostate, moving in and out slowly. It’s fucking torture, and it’s fucking incredible. My dick is oozing precum onto my belly and his sweats are straining with his erection. I only wish I could see how fucking wet he is. How fucking wet I make him.
“You want my mouth on you, darling?” he asks, that accent of his stronger than ever, turning me on even more.
I can’t speak so I just nod repeatedly and whimper again and again. When he slides his fingers out of me I can’t decide if I’m relieved or not, but when he growls, “Get on your hands and knees,” my hole flutters wildly and I gasp, gripping my cock again. I yelp when he slaps my thigh. “Don’t keep me waiting, baby.”
I stare at him for a brief second before I roll over and present my ass to him, my top half bent over. I hear a deep rumble leave his chest and then his hands are gripping and kneading my ass cheeks. Fuck, it feels so good. I love it when he grabs my ass and we haven’t done a lot of it yet. I push my ass back, chasing the feeling and he chuckles and grips my ass cheeks harder, making me moan. “God, that’s so good, baby.”
“Love this ass, darling,” he purrs, then leans over and buries his face in my crack, inhaling deeply. Holy fuck, that’s hot. “Mmmm, I don’t much care for spunk, but this, baby, this is heaven.”
I shiver as he presses kisses to my ass cheeks, right next to my pucker, then moves outward, kissing all over both cheeks before he starts to lick, suck and nibble. God, yes.
“Mark me,” I beg. “Please, baby, I want your marks all over my ass.”
He growls and bites down hard on my cheek, making me cry out, before he licks over the stinging flesh, then kisses it. He does it again and again and again until I’m fucking sobbing from how incredible it feels and desperate for him to play with my pucker. My cock is throbbing and the couch has a rather large wet spot from where my precum is leaking onto it.
“I need your mouth on my cunt,” I gasp through my tears. Shit I’ve never cried during sex before but this is so much more intense than anything I've ever experienced. It's overwhelming. And I'm not embarrassed or ashamed to cry in front of him.
Bentley hums and presses a few soft kisses to my aching backside before he spreads my cheeks wider and swipes his tongue along my hole. I wail as tears slide down my cheeks, my body shaking with how incredible it feels. “More,” I sob. “Please.”
“Jesus, you’re making me so fucking hard, sweetheart,” he growls. “This cunt is so fucking delicious.” My cock jerks and my hole spasms as my mouth opens on a gasp. He makes another pass, this time starting at my taint and working his way up to my pucker, moaning as it flutters against his tongue. My arms are shaking so badly I can barely stay upright as he repeats the gesture two more times, before flicking the tip of his tongue over my hole repeatedly and making me shout.
“How wet are you?” I ask through my sobs. I have to know. I need to know. I need to know that he’s as wrecked for me as I am for him.
“I’m fucking soaked, baby,” he says, his voice husky. “You’re so damn sexy you got me leaking through my pants like crazy.”
God, yes. He goes back to playing with my pucker, flicking that wicked tongue against it again and again.
“Shit! Fuck, Bentley, please? Please fuck my pussy with your tongue. I need to come so bad, baby. Please?” He tortures me for a handful of seconds more, abandoning my hole completely and sucking more marks onto my ass cheeks, before he spreads my cheeks again, and I let out a wail when he slides his tongue inside. Fuck, I’m not gonna last long at all. This is incredible, and the noises he’s making while he feasts on me are just making it harder not to come.
“Shit, I can’t,” I gasp, tears streaking my cheeks. I’m past the point of no return, and when he grips my balls and tugs, it’s over. I see stars as my cock sprays my release untouched, my hole clenching around Bentley’s tongue still buried inside me, and it feels so damn good I’m shooting a second time before I collapse on the sofa. It’s only after my body has stopped spasming with the aftershocks of my release that I realize Bentley is lying between my legs with his head on my ass.
“Did you come?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath as I wipe the tear tracks off my cheeks.
“Yeah,” he says. “Right after you did.”
I sigh in contentment. “Untouched?”
He chuckles and kisses my ass cheek. “Yeah, untouched. You were so incredible, darling. I’ve never had sex like this before.”
“Me either,” I admit. “Five stars for rimming. Holy fuck.”
He laughs and kisses my ass again before squeezing it in his giant hand. “Love this ass.”
“Love having your marks on it,” I say and he hums.
“They do look nice.”
“What about your couch? Can it be saved, or has it met its untimely demise?”
He laughs and kisses my ass cheek again several times, making me grin. “We’ll resuscitate it.”
I chuckle and then groan at the thought of moving. I’m so fucking blissed out, but I’m also lying in a pool of my own jizz, and I want to see how wet Bentley is, and get my mouth on his spunk before it dries up.
“Can I see you?” I ask. “I wanna see how wet you are.”
