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He ate out my ass like he was starved for me, like he loved the taste of my skin on his tongue, got off on the moans that were pulled from my lips.
With one last lap over my asshole, Anthony moved his tongue along the small of my back and up the length of my spine. He gripped my nape, pushing my head down, but angling it so I could still breathe. His other hand was now firmly placed flat on my belly, keeping my ass up.
I wanted him to fuck my ass so badly, praying he didn’t make me wait, didn’t make me beg. Anthony was off of me a second later, but I didn’t move.
I was smart enough, eager enough, to keep my position while he grabbed the lube and squirted it all over that tight hole and presumably along his thick cock. And then I heard him toss the bottle aside before he notched the tip of him at my ass.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck, that’s so it.” He started to slowly push in. His palms on my cheeks kept me spread open as he gently pushed inch after inch into my tight hole.
The feeling was like being suffocated to the point I couldn’t breathe, was clawing for oxygen. It hurt, but I was eager for the pain. I looked forward to feeling his balls pressed against my clit because he was buried all the way inside.
“Christ, baby doll. Your ass is so fucking tight and squeezing the goddamn life out of me.” He slid his hands up to my waist and started using me to fuck himself. He’d push me off and pull me back on his long, thick rod.
I was out of breath, mindless and numb from the pleasure and pain I felt.
“You’re going to make me come like I’m a fucking teenager, like I have no control over myself.” He leaned in and bit my shoulder, his teeth digging into my flesh hard enough it hurt but didn’t break the skin.
“I’m going to come, but not in your ass, darling. I’m going to pull out and spray my big load all over your gorgeous ass.”
He started fucking me then, not hard or brutal, but thoroughly, as if he knew exactly the right spot to hit. As if he knew exactly how deep, fast, and hard to go to urge me toward the edge. He wedged his hand back between my body and the mattress. His masculine fingers found my clit and rubbed that little bundle until my pussy gushed and clenched for something substantial to fill it.
But I knew I wouldn’t get fucked in that hole right now.
Anthony was going to take what he wanted, where he wanted it, and I was going to give it.
I knew what he wanted—my orgasm before he followed me over.
And the more he rubbed my clit, the quicker I came to the edge.
“Are you going to be Daddy’s good girl and come for me?”
I moaned and mewled, unable to feign sleep. I wanted him to know how good he made me feel.
“I’ll always be Daddy’s girl,” I moaned.
He smacked my ass. “Unless you’re my little brat and going to make me slap your perfect ass and pussy.” He bit my shoulder blade, then the side of my throat, knowing what to do when I needed just a little extra push to finally fall.
That’s all I could take, because the pleasure and pain he gave me washed over me until he picked up on it and growled in my ear, “That’s it. Give me that orgasm. Soak my hand like the beautiful little slut you are. My beautiful whore.”
I came so hard stars blinded me; darkness threatened me. The orgasm stole the breath from me, made me claw at the sheets and grind myself on his hand, simultaneously grinding on his cock inside my ass. My pussy creamed all over the mattress, making a sloppy mess.
But I knew Anthony wanted me to be all sticky and needy for him. Just for him.
“My perfect girl. You’re so beautiful.” He slid his cock in and out of my ass, and as much as I knew he wanted to fuck me hardcore, he was being gentle and letting me ride the wave. “Fuck, you’re the best I’ve ever had. You’re so perfect. The best.” He pushed in deep, then pulled out. He did this once more and then pulled out completely. I looked over my shoulder and watched as he grabbed his lubed-up cock and started jerking off.
“God, I’ve never felt anything as good as you, Pyper. You make me higher than a fucking kite, sweetheart.”
My mouth parted as I watched his balls draw up, heard his grunting and groaning, and then we locked gazes as he got off.
He pointed his glossy cock at my ass, bared his teeth, and spurted his warm, white cum all over my cheeks and the small of my back. Creamy ropes of jizz that splattered over my skin, making my pussy clench once again.
When he shuddered and the last spurts of his spunk covered me, Anthony squeezed his cock from base to tip, pushing out another drop and then shaking the length to get the crown free of it.
When he smacked my ass, the wetness spattered along my ass even more, but he didn’t rub his seed in like he had many times before. Instead, he gathered his cum with two fingers of his clean hand, flipped me over, and gripped my jaw, opening me up.
“Suck it off.” He brought his jizz-covered fingers to my mouth and dripped what he gathered into my mouth before shoving them down over my tongue.
I drank him up. All of it. Sucking off every drop. He tasted salty and masculine and all mine.
