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Maybe I'd rather melt in his mouth.
He brings my panty-clad pussy to his face and I can feel his breath on me. He sits me on the edge of the bed and takes his teeth to my panties, pulling them down.
"Look, Becca, no hands," he says, laughing and capturing my wrists. He flips me around, bends me over, and dips his tongue all the way through my slick folds. A massive moan pulls from my lips and shivers challenge my spine.
"Keep that ass up. I'm not fucking you until you come all over my face. Twice."
I gulp. Goddamn. That's how to eat pussy; men of the world take note. Of course, Harlan is the only man I have any interest in fucking, I realize.
But before I can parse any further thoughts, his hand is applying pressure to my abdomen and his thumb is on my clit. My knees are shaky already, and his tongue could be writing the Declaration of Independence down there and I'm using every drop of energy that I have to keep myself from losing my grip. I could come now, almost. "I'm so fucking close," I gasp.
"You are, but I'm not gonna let ya fall," Harlan says.
I don't know why, but his words set something off in me. Then he pushes several fingers into my pussy and I'm too busy screaming to respond or question what he said. "Fuck!" I groan as he pumps impossibly fast in and out of my pussy while his tongue takes over my clit. His whole mouth sucks in my clit. "Please, please," I start begging.
What? I'm begging to come. The way he fucks me, I will gladly beg to come now and again as long as he doesn't stop.
"Fuck yeah, Becca, you come all over my face for round one, because round two ain't going to be so quick," Harlan says. His words vibrate on my pussy and then his mouth is back on me.
My eyes roll back in my head. I scream out, my pussy squeezing his fingers for dear life and my whole body rattled with a very powerful orgasm.
While I'm still shaking, Harlan sweeps my legs up. The moment his face leaves my pussy I ache for him and the pressure and shocking sensation of his mouth leaving makes me whimper. He lies against the bed and pulls me above him. My back is lying against the bed now and he's looking up from me while his mouth is back on my pussy. His tongue flicks my clit while he looks in my eyes.
And then he yanks me up to him, lifting my ass up in the air several feet so that I'm dangling down and his fingers are back in my pussy and making me scream. Fuck he's saying that this round won't be long, and I realize, this feels amazing but he's edging me just at the precipice of orgasm and I don't get it, and the pleasure extends so that I'm damn near tortured with pleasure. One of his hands squeezes on one of my nipples and I cry out his name.
His eyes flick to mine and I see him smile.
"You like when I say your name," I pant.
"I like how you can barely say it when I'm fucking you," Harlan says, a playful tone in his voice driving me wild.
That's right, I can barely say his name because he makes me feel so fucking good all I can really do is moan. But, fuck, I'm happy to try saying his name because that's all my mouth wants to do is cry out.
My eyes roll back in my head and I'm groaning, struggling to keep my eyes open so I can look in his eyes. He's watching me while he goes after my pussy like a madman. My body is trembling, my legs wrapping around him while I contort in pleasure. I'm so wet it is dripping down my thighs and when his fingers slide into me, the room is full of the scent of my pussy and the wet sound of his fingers sliding in and out of me.
"Fuck, you get so fucking wet for me, Becca." Harlan growls against my pussy and the vibrations make me shiver. He pumps his fingers into me while his tongue makes my clit his personal playground.
I ball my fists against the sheets and ache to hold onto something, get some ounce of control because he's making me totally lose it. If he wasn't holding me, I would collapse like jelly onto the bed. I'm so wet I feel like I'd be nothing more than a puddle. I dig my fingers into the sheets more, desperately grasping for purchase. I inhale the deepest breaths I can.
Harlan's tongue flattens out over my clit and then he breathes what I like to think of as a warning call over my pussy, because then his tongue flicks at my clit for one second and he sucks the whole thing in again. I'm swollen and sensitive as fuck down there and I have to hold b
ack a scream.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I protest. I want to come, and the way he's working me over, I almost can.
Almost.
This is what he meant by taking longer with this second session and my second orgasm.
His hands grip my ass and hold me against his face like he's sucking the life out of me. I'm shaking against him, and that movement only strengthens the sensations rolling through my body. I feel the heat pool in my belly and spread through my clit and my pussy. My toes curl, dangling down because of how Harlan has my ass elevated while he eats my pussy.
Harlan's fingers slide in and out of my slippery wet pussy, the pumping slower now, but tantalizingly so. He adds another finger and my swollen pussy is overfull. He's goddamn torturing me, and it feels so good. Every slide of his fingers into me makes me squeeze my eyes shut and when he slides them out of my pussy, my eyes open and attempt to confront him. Mostly they roll back in my head and I whimper with need.
What a way to go. Because I'm going to die with how his tongue is flattening and teasing around my clit. Harlan has dialed back the focus on my clit, moved to my g-spot, and dialed up the intensity. The only conclusion is that I am going to die from needing to come. From being so close to coming. But this dirty biker is going to keep me just on the edge. I start beating my fists against the bed, needing some kind of relief from this pressure.
"Now don't throw a fit, Becca. It doesn't help your case," Harlan says, laughing against my pussy and making me sigh loudly.
I bring my hands to his face and shove him back to my clit. He wants to tease. I want to come. He has no problem with me shoving him there and he pulls me back so that we're at the headboard now, and one of his hands loops up to help support my back and sit me up. Fuck, he wants me to ride his face. I steady my hands over the bed. Inhaling, I attempt to regain control of limbs to really ride his face. Harlan is going to make me come, and all over his face, just like he promised.
