“That’s it, baby… just like that. Use your tongue.”
He groans deeply, the sound vibrating through me. He starts to move, shallow thrusts at first, letting me get used to the feel of him. I hollow my cheeks, sucking gently, and his hips jerk.
“Fuck… your mouth feels so good,” he rasps, one hand gently fisting my hair. “So warm. So wet. You should see yourself. You look so pretty with my cock between your lips.”
The filthy words send a rush of heat between my legs. I moan around him, taking him a little deeper, my tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft.
His breathing grows ragged, his thrusts a little faster but still controlled. I can feel him throbbing against my tongue, growing even harder.
And the he pulls out suddenly with a groan, breathing hard, eyes wild with lust.
“Not yet,” he says, voice strained. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
He kisses me again, deep and hungry, tasting himself on my tongue. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, but he pulls back from the kiss with a low groan, eyes dark with hunger.
“I need to taste you,” he rasps.
Before I can respond, he turns around, positioning himself above me in a 69. His thick, hard cock hangs heavy near my mouth while his face is buried between my thighs.
The moment his tongue licks a long, slow stripe up my soaked folds, I moan loudly around him.
I take him back into my mouth, sucking him as best I can while he devours me. The sensation is overwhelming, his tongue circling my clit, his fingers pushing inside me, while I try to focus on pleasuring him.
Every lick, every suck, every thrust of his fingers sends sparks through my entire body. I lose my rhythm, moaning around his cock as he eats me out with ruthless skill.
The pleasure builds fast and intense. My legs start to shake. I cry out around him, my hips bucking against his face as I come hard, clamping my thighs around his head, my body jerking uncontrollably.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking me through it, gentler now but still relentless, drawing out every last pulse until I’m a trembling, oversensitive mess.
Then he moves again, turning around so we’re face to face. He kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on his tongue, just as he can taste himself on mine.
The mix of our flavors is filthy and intoxicating. I moan into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
His hands roam over my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, sliding down my sides, gripping my hips. Every touch feels like gasoline on fire. I’m burning for him. I want him so badly I can barely think.
“Please,” I beg against his lips, voice broken. “I need you inside me. Please, Maxim…”
He groans, the sound raw and desperate, as he positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging my entrance.
But instead of giving me what I begged for, Maxim teases me mercilessly.
He rubs the thick, blunt head of his cock up and down my soaked folds, pressing just enough to part me, to make me think he’s finally going to push inside. Then he pulls back, leaving me empty and aching.
He does it again and again, slow, deliberate, maddening. Every time the tip nudges my entrance, my hips jerk up desperately, trying to take him in. And soon, I realize he's trying to punish me for not telling him about the gun.
“Please,” I sob, tears of frustration slipping down my cheeks. “Maxim, please… I’m sorry. I won’t lie to you again. Just fuck me. I need you inside me.”
He leans down, lips brushing my ear, voice dark and filthy. “So you agree you lied?”
I don't, but at this point I'd agree to anything. So I nod. “Yes…”
He hums. “You want this cock so badly, don’t you? Look at you… dripping all over my dick, begging like a desperate little slut. This greedy pussy is clenching around nothing, dying to be filled.”
He keeps teasing, sliding the head over my swollen clit, then back down to my entrance, dipping just the tip inside before pulling out again. I’m shaking, hips bucking wildly, completely lost to the need.
Finally, he slams into me in one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
We both groan loudly, eyes locked. The stretch is intense, the fullness overwhelming. He doesn’t move for a second, letting me feel every thick inch of him deep inside me.
