Page 91 of Heartstrings & Horseshoes

“Come here,” he demands.

I crawl closer to his shoulders before he says, “Turn around.”

My brows furrow, and in my moment of hesitation, he slaps my ass. I turn around so I’m facing his feet when he grips me by the waist and drags me to straddle his chest.

“Back up, baby. I want you to sit on my face.”

I whip my head around. “You want me to what?”

I know what sixty-nine is…but I’ve never done it, and my inexperience is showing.

Dragging me backwards by the hips, he situates me exactly where he wants me, with my knees spread indecently wide on either side of his head, and my fluttering pussy above his face.

He pulls me down and spears my center with his tongue. I cry out in surprise and fall to my hands for support. Suddenly, my inexperience is the last thing on my mind.

Connor licks me like his favorite dessert and when I open my eyes, his dick is right in front of my face. I may not have read the book, but I understand the assignment.

Supporting myself with one arm, I fist his cock stroke him firmly. He groans into my pussy, his tongue rimming my entrance.

I’ve never sucked him off from this direction, but it shouldn’t be too different, right? I brace my weight and take him in my mouth, surprised this side of his cock feels different against my tongue.

I take my time exploring and experimenting. I love learning Connor’s body. I want to play him like an instrument and make him mindless with pleasure.

It’s difficult to concentrate when every flick of his tongue brings me closer to heaven. I hadn’t registered my hips were grinding shamelessly into his face, his beard scraping addictively against my clit. I pop off him to catch my breath, saliva trailing from my swollen lips to the head of his cock.

“Baby, oh my god. What are you doing to me? Your beard feels so good.” I roll my hips, greedily taking my pleasure from him.

He lifts my pussy off his mouth enough to speak. “I’d live between your legs if I could.”

He licks a warm path from my clit to my ass. I jerk away from the sensation, but Connor doesn’t let me. He does it again and again until I relax.

I shamelessly ride his mouth, losing myself in pleasure. My blurred vision clears when I see his poor, neglected cock weeping pre-cum.

I want to give Connor the best head of his life, so I suck him between my lips and brace both hands on the bed. I bob on his cock with no regard for the mess dripping down his balls to his taint.

He’s so big I gag nearly every downstroke, but I don’t care even as tears blur my vision.

The harder I work, Connor amps up his efforts on my pussy. An orgasm hits me like a crashing wave. My legs lock and my pussy spasms against Connor’s mouth. The intensity of my pleasure has me sucking his cock relentlessly

“Fuck. Baby, you’ve gotta stop.” Connor pants, jerking a hand to where my mouth sucks his cock, stopping me. “I don’t want to come yet.”

Delirious from my orgasm, Connor has to roll me off him to my back.

I vaguely process his body position on top of me, but I wake the fuck up when his huge cock slams home, deep inside me.

“Connor, oh my god, you’re too big,” I moan, squirming away from his monster cock.

“No, doll, it’s just right. You were made to be filled by me. Relax for me, baby,” he coaxes.

It’s always this way. The initial shock of being split in half gives way to mind-bending ecstasy.

“I…can’t think. Or…move. Please…use me,” I whine.

“Fuuuuuck, Delilah.” He’s feral and I’m living for it.

“You want me to use you? Use this tight little cunt to get off?” Each thrust gets harder until I have to tangle my hands in the comforter to stay in the pleasure zone.

“Yes. Use me. Take what you need, please. I want you to come,” I beg.