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He continued to laugh as he settled between my thighs and licked his wet tongue down my body to the curls between my thighs.
The moment he did what I asked and put his talented mouth to work on my pussy, I went boneless against the mattress. He curled one of my legs over his shoulder, hiking up my hip to get into a nicer angle. And oh God was it nice. Then he started to hum.
It was pretty instantaneous, my orgasm popping like a damn balloon. I didn’t bother holding back my wicked screech. That’s when he started to laugh again, giving my vagina one last lick like a pat on the shoulder, telling it ‘good job’ for coming all over his eager mouth.
“She’s still hungry,” I panted, breathless and a little lightheaded from the world-shifting orgasm.
“Hungry?” He looked annoyingly amused.
“Hungry. Feed that aching maw, Ash.”
He straight up laughed. To be honest though, I didn’t blame him. That was probably the worst dirty talk he’s ever heard.
It definitely was the worst I’d ever heard.
“Aching maw,” he repeated, moving up my body until he had his hand around my throat, tightening it just a little to lengthen my neck, giving me just a kiss of danger without the terror. “You’ll be aching when I’m done with you, but it won’t be your maw.”
Then he kissed me again, open mouthed and all wet tongues and bruising lips. His short beard was wet and sticky with my own mess, floral and sweet, but kind of salty. The heavy weight of his palm on my throat was almost comforting as he devoured me. Even his fingers pressing into my jaw, forcing my head back and my mouth to open up to him.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, practically begging for him to fill that aching maw.
So sue me, I can call my va-jay-jay a maw.
He chuckled again, but did what I asked, dropping his mouth to my neck as he arranged my hips then thrust.
Rolling eyes again, I practically gagged on the fullness of him seated inside me.
“I need it hard and fast,” I demanded as he gave me a slow stroke.
“And I need a fuck slow and gentle,” he countered.
“Damn you…” and fuck he felt good, slow, precise movements that hit every single sensitive nerve inside me.
That satisfied look didn’t leave his face, because he knew what he was doing to me. He knew what the little swirl of his hips and the slight jerk at the end that fully sheathed him, felt like inside me.
Even still, I was impatient.
“Fuck. Me. Hard.”
I watched the man roll his eyes and do what I asked, pulling out of me with a sloppy slurp, then he rolled me onto my belly.
Getting onto my hands and knees, I let him efficiently maneuver me until I was on my knees on top of a mound of pillows, palms pressed against the headboard and thighs spread wide in invitation. He arranged his hips against mine, then slid in with a slick thrust, smashing me against the wall.
“Yes,” I breathed, feeling each slick movement as his hard chest pressed into my back, heaving with his own efforts.
One of his hands planted itself beside mine, framing him around me as the other slid down my belly and all the way down.
The moment his thick fingers slid through my own wetness to gather it, I clamped down around him to stop another orgasm from overwhelming me. Then he zeroed in on my clit. Each thrust of his hips smashed mine forward against his fingers, dragging through my folds against that damn sensitive nub until—oh God…
My hands clung to him, nails sinking into his hips as I grabbed him the best I could while he was still behind me. The sharp spike of pain must’ve urged him forward because as those flutterings started, warning me of an oncoming orgasm, he upped his pace, grunting softly in my ear with the effort.
It overwhelmed me, making me dizzy and boneless, the feeling ethereal as he followed right behind me with a guttural growl and a few last, choppy movements.
My spine arched and my head found a comfy place nestled on his shoulder, face turned into his neck as I moaned, content and feeling fucking amazing.
He took all my weight, supporting me as I leaned back against his chest. His big hand between my thighs continued to place slow, purposeful strokes as the other left the wall and gripped my breast in his hand, first one, then the other as he pinched hard enough to make me shriek.
Another aftershock orgasm rolled through me, but I was too tired for anything else.
