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He smirks, then, all at once, thrusts his finger back into me and leans down to lick across my clit.
The gasp turns into a cry, turns into almost a scream as he keeps licking back and forth across my clit, hard enough to make my sensitive nerves leap straight to pleasure so intense it's almost painful. Then he leans back and goes back to only fingering me, slowly, building up the pressure one thrust at a time.
"Fuck," I manage through gritted teeth.
He's still watching me, those blue eyes of his darker now, filled with lust. It's even hotter when he looks at me, when he savors my reactions as he makes me feel whatever he wants me to feel. "You are so beautiful," he murmurs. Then he draws his finger out of me, spreads it against my thigh instead, and replaces it with his tongue.
His tongue is white-hot, a curl of muscle against my inner walls. He explores me inch by inch, swirling his tongue inside my pussy, then licking along my slit before he flattens his tongue and laps at my clit in slow, flat strokes.
This time it's less intense, more of a slow build. But it still doesn't take long before I'm arching up against him, my hands buried in his hair, my throat raw from crying out each time he strokes along me.
Just when I'm at the peak, I tighten my hands into fists. "Fuck, Zayne, I'm going to come," I groan.
He stops, and I lift my head to stare down at him with a frustrated gasp of protest. "Don't come until I tell you to," he says, eyes fixed on mine.
I swallow hard. Nod.
Then he licks me again, and resisting the urge to go over the edge is the hardest thing I've ever done. I have to clench my fists, dig my nails into my palms, focus on that instead of the pleasure rocketing through me.
"I can't... I have to come..."
He stops licking me again, starts to finger me instead. "You can control it."
"Not... with you... doing that," I point out, especially when he drags that finger along my front wall again, right over my G-spot. I feel like I'm going to burst, like the pressure will make me explode.
"Do you want to come for me?"
"Please, please yes."
He keeps fingering me without responding for a moment, watching me as though he's debating. Deciding.
"Please let your slut come for you," I whisper, eyes locked on his.
He grins. "You are a good slut..." He slides his finger out of me. "You can come for me now, slut." Then he licks me once more, hard and fast, and that's the last thing I can process before I let the orgasm hit me.
I can vaguely hear myself screaming his name. The rest is just a flood of pure pleasure, more intense than I've ever felt before. My nerve endings are on fire, and my pussy clenches, my body shaking of its own accord as I fall over the edge.
When I finally come back into myself, Zayne has wrapped his arms around my waist, and he's pulling me upright. I try to stand, find my legs are too shaky, and lean against him for support.
"That good?" he asks, but with a cocky smirk that tells me he knows exactly how good it was.
In response, I grab his face with both hands and kiss him hard. I taste myself on his lips, a salty tang that's even hotter combined with his flavor, his scent. He parts his mouth, swirls that magic tongue of his around mine.
But it's my turn now.
I break away from the kiss and drop to my knees before him. I steal a peek up at him, and find him watching me with wide eyes, as though surprised. "What's the matter?" I ask, running a finger along the side of his cock, so lightly that I'm barely touching. "Haven't you ever made a girl hungry for your cock before?"
His grin deepens. "I mean this in the best possible way, Clove, but I have never met a woman quite like you before."
I grin back and circle my hand around his cock fully. God, my fingers don't even fit all the way around him, he's so thick. I lift my other hand too, wrap them both along him, and stroke his length. He's silky smooth in my hand, velvety soft over a hard steel core. I lean in to lick the tip of his cock, where a single drop of precum gathered. The taste. I've heard friends talk about loving the taste of cock before, or their boyfriends' cum, but I've never quite understood it. Not until now.
He sucks in a deep breath through his teeth. "Fuck."
I press my lips around his head and slowly lean forward, sliding his cock into my mouth. His hands bury in my hair, fists clenching until my eyes water from the pull. I don't mind. The pain adds to the pleasure, and I love that he's losing himself so much he can't concentrate on anything else. I dig my tongue into the underside of his cock as I pull him deeper, deeper into my mouth. At the same time, I reach up with both hands to clench his ass hard, and use that to push him against me.
Fuck, he tastes so good. My jaw aches, stretching wide enough to take him in, but I love it, love the sensation of his cock filling my mouth.
When he's as far in as I can take him, his tip almost touching the back of my throat, I lean back to pull him out again. Then I pause to trail my tongue along the side of his cock, licking him from tip to base and back again.
