“Damn, your cum tastes so good,” he whispers. His voice sends shivers down my spine. “Like fucking honey.”
His tongue dives into me, plunging deep, and I cry out again, my thighs shaking as he fucks me with his tongue, slamming into me like I’m made for him.
One hand grips my hip, pinning me down as his mouth works me. He’s so filthy.
The other hand slides between my thighs, fingers dipping into my slick folds, and I moan, my hips jerking uncontrollably.
“Your cunt is dripping for me,” he rasps against my clit. “Perfection.”
Two fingers slide into me, curling, stroking that rough, spongy spot inside me. I scream, my orgasm crashing over me, ripping me from my reality. His fingers pump in and out of me, fast and hard, while his tongue latches on to my clit, sucking and flicking, driving me higher, deeper into the pleasure until I’m shaking, crying, begging.
“Please,” I sob, my voice wrecked. “I’m so close. I’ve lost count.”
“Enjoy the ride, sweetheart.” He growls, his words muffled against my pussy. “I’m not done with you until you tell me to stop. I’ll eat this pretty little pussy for the rest of the day. Now, relax for me.”
His fingers withdraw, and I whimper at the loss. I hear the click of something—a bottle maybe.
“I’m going to try something. If it’s too much, tell me to stop,” he whispers.
I feel the press of one digit against my asshole, teasing, probing with lube and my juices.
At first, I tense, but he shushes me, his voice soft and reassuring.
“This is going to feel so good, baby.” His tongue is circling my clit again. “Let me in.”
I melt for him, and his finger slides into my ass, filling me in a way that makes me gasp. His tongue is back on my clit, licking and sucking, while two of his fingers move in tandem. Two in my pussy, one in my ass. I don’t recognize the sound coming from my throat or the sensation traveling through my body. The pressure is almost unbearable, but delicious. I’m split open, stretched, filled to the brim, and I can’t stop moaning, can’t stop shaking as he works me over, driving me toward the edge.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” His voice is full of lust. “Take it. Take everything I give you. You’re so fucking beautiful. Let me keep worshipping you.”
I take all of him—his fingers, his tongue, his praise—until I’m coming again, my body spasming, my cunt clenching around his fingers, my ass tightening around his pinkie. He doesn’t stop. He holds me through it, his mouth and fingers relentless, until I’m exploding again.
He returns to my clit, and it’s too sensitive.
“Please.”
“Is that you crossing it off your list?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say, barely able to catch my breath. “Now, I need more. Harder. Break me, Nick.”
Seconds later, he’s opening my thighs wide. “You’re glistening for me, babe.”
“I need you so bad.”
He growls—a sound so primal that it makes my clit throb—and then he’s on me, his cock pressing against my soaked entrance. He slides into me in one smooth, brutal thrust, and I scream, my body arching off the bed as he fills me, stretches me, claims me.
“Is this how you wanted it?” He groans.
“Harder,” I scream out, my back arching off the bed.
I’m lost in the sensation, lost in him, until there’s nothing but pleasure, nothing but him and us.
His hips slam into mine, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he growls, his hands gripping my hips, pounding into me harder, faster, until I’m screaming his name, over and over.
This orgasm is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I squirt all over his dick, feeling it everywhere.
“Damn, baby.” His voice is strained.
“Come deep inside me,” I beg.
