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It’s uniquely hers and with a hint of honey. This come-inducing flavor that I can’t get enough of.
Need more. All of it.
Swiping the flat of my tongue through her labia, I groan against her core as another rush of wetness coats my tongue. Each drop is sweeter than the last. She’s my nectar of the gods.
Sucking those tender lips into my mouth, I take every last drop and pull back. Take in the rapture on her face above me. The light sheen of sweat and the perfect O of her mouth.
London’s eyes are closed but snap open after I stop. “Don’t. I’m so close.”
“Close to what, Twirl? Tell me.” It’s a growl. An angry hiss as I slip a finger to the first knuckle inside, and her opening clenches. Her thigh in this position trembles. “Fucking tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Please!”
“Please what?” I pull it out, only to push in a little deeper. Slowly, I work her opening in short strokes until her hips begin to move of their own accord. She’s using me, and I let her for a few more pumps—stopping when she doesn’t answer. “Say the words.”
“Make me...” the leg that’s by her head drops a bit, and I use my free hand to smack her clit with two fingers “...shit!”
“Keep it up there or I stop.” Another direct tap, harder, and her juices splash my face. Just a little. She hasn’t come but is soaking wet. All soft and swollen.
“Please let me come. I can’t...it’s...oh God,” she cries out as I add a second finger. I’m building her up. Want her tears and screams of frustration. Want her crazy. As lost to this powerful need as I am.
“Give it to me. That’s it.” Another rush of wetness escapes, and I am quick to lap her, finger-fucking her to an almost orgasm. Her body seizes, leg slipping just as her knees begin to give out.
I stop. Pull back as she’s on the brink, and stand.
“No!” There are tears in her eyes, anger in her expression at my denial. However, I don’t pay attention to either and swoop her up in my arms, carrying her to the bed as she whimpers.
Without a word, I place her in the middle and part her legs—silently dare her to move as I remove her wedged shoes and then my pants. Our eyes remain locked as I crawl between her thighs, stroking my cock a few times over her sex.
With the blunt head I rub her clit, mixing my pre-come with her wetness. She’s slick and needy, arching herself toward me in invitation.
“Whose hungry little cunt is this?” I tap her trembling bundle of nerves with the head twice, and she throws her head back. That won’t do. Two more slaps, and she screams. “Answer me.”
“Do it, Malcolm. I’m yours...fuck!” Her orgasm comes fast and hard, stealing the breath from her lungs. Twirl shakes beneath me, head thrown back as the cries get caught in her throat.
“That’s it, baby.” I position myself at her entrance, sliding across her slit a few times to wring out every ounce of pleasure from her sensitive pussy. “Let me feel you.”
“Malcolm...what...oh my God,” she screams as another tremor rocks her. That’s what I’ve been waiting for. This lost feeling. Her innocence coming to the forefront as she loses herself to the pleasure I gift her.
And on her next helpless whimper, I slam in, taking her cherry. “Son of a bitch,” I grunt, grinding my teeth while trying not to move. To fuck her like my body demands I do. “So tight. Motherfucking wet heat.”
Her walls pulse—hold me tight, yet I don’t move. Now my focus is on her. Soothing her from what I know has to be painful. My hands stroke her sides and down to her thighs, helping to loosen the tightness in her muscles.
My lips are kissing any part of her I can reach. Saying I love you over and over again as she adjusts to my length.
After a few minutes, she cups my chin to look at her. “Malcolm, this...it hurts, but feels so right. You’re right for me.” A few tears roll down her cheeks, and I’m quick to wipe them away. Twirl turns her face into my palm and presses her lips to the center. “It’s as if all this time I’ve been waiting for you.”
“We were destined to meet. To love each other.” Bringing my hand to her nape, I bring us closer and slant my mouth over hers. Just kiss her. No rush. This time I take my time and savor every sigh. How she hums in the back of her throat when I massage my tongue with hers.
The longer I kiss her, the more she relaxes. Melts under me.
London gives a minute shift of her hips, testing the feel of my cock inside her cunt with a few clenches. There’s a hiss from her into my mouth, but it’s not full of pain.
Tenderness? Yes, but a little pleasure too.
It’s the same sound she made when I added a second finger earlier. Adjusting, but not adverse to it.
“Move.”
