Moth(43)

She twists her leg around one of mine and uses all of her conjured up strength to flip us around. With her on top of me, her * smothering my rock hard cock, it’s straining to focus on her naked body sitting straight up, those perky breasts level with where my eyes end up. I’m still holding her ass, and when she rocks over me I’m forced to keep them there.

Her nails drag over each of my nipples while her gaze remains waiting for me to react. I pull my hands from beneath and tease my way up to her mounds. At first her nipples are smooth. I thumb over them until I feel them erecting. My dick jerks underneath her moving. A tiny sound erupts from her as she leans forward to savor another kiss. I hold the underneath of her arms as she continues to give me a sample of how she moves when she f*cks. This girl has rhythm. I can tell from the way her body rocks that she’s able to entertain when she dances.

Even though it’s delightful to witness, I have other obligations I need to fulfill. Flipping her back over to be under me isn’t a trying task. She’s eager and willing. We kiss again until I pull away with a new destination in mind.

As I peer down to where I'd inevitably like to be, my eyes gaze upon the arch of her hips and how her belly button sits in the center of a flat, and toned abdomen. Her small waist accentuates the curves, giving an hourglass look to her perfect figure. I've been with a lot of women. Fucking is fun. It's necessary to keep me in check and grounded, but I'm aware that sex with this female is going to take me to new heights. It's not just the way she looks naked, or even dressed. It's her appeal, the mystery of not knowing, and the contempt I have because of that. I want to punish her for denying me the pleasures of knowing her, but also reward her incredulously for allowing me to have this little piece of her.

She's not like anyone else and it draws me in. I'm fixated on being the best, determined to take my time with this one. I can't rush through to bust a nut. It's important she knows without a doubt that I'm every bit the man I claim to be.

When I stare right at her * my mouth begins to water. She's gently rocking those hips to get my attention, and boy does she have it. I'm all in, ready to sample what she holds dear. As I slither between those sexy legs I see her knees rise as she spreads for me. That sweet cunt is mine for the taking, but before I dive down for my first taste, I need to know she's watching, anticipating, and almost to the brink of hyperventilating. I need her to beg me with those big brown eyes.? I want to watch her glowing face turn shades of red as I feast on her warm, soaked arousal.

My chin lowers, steadily, all while my gaze remains on hers. I'm smiling when I feel it making contact with her eager clit. She moves slightly in response, causing me to do it again. I can smell her, those powerful pheromones taunting at my senses. Like a mystical spray, I'm guided by a natural pull, a hunger I'm unable to shake. My tongue protrudes and I dip down for a single lick.

This gets her going. Her hands run over my scalp until she takes hold of my ears and tugs. I can feel her nails digging into my skin as I circle over her clit continuously. I develop a pattern. Lick, nibble, suck, and repeat. She squirms and writhes as I relentlessly forge forward forcing her to transcend into a climax she may never come down from. Her * spasms against my mouth, my dick igniting with greed. She’s shuttering, her ass lifting off the mattress, allowing me to know the first part of my covert mission is going as planned. She’s come undone just as I anticipated, and little does she know I’m not even halfway through with her yet.

While she’s recuperating, I stand up at the foot of the bed and lower my boxers. Her eyes which were closed flutter open to get a glimpse of what will soon fill every hole she has to offer. I flash a cocky half-smile and give a nod, like I’m the king of the world.

The imposter brings her knees up and holds onto them, allowing me ample room to climb back on the mattress with her. Her * is red and swollen. It’s begging for more attention that I’m too proud to deny. I lean my head on one of her knees and draw two fingers over her sensitive bud. This forces her body to jerk as little whimpers escape her lips. She’s overcome by my efforts, which only fuels me to keep at it. I’m in this to prove a point, not just to f*ck. She’s made this personal for me. She’s doubted my capabilities and I’m determined to prove her wrong. Once she knows, there won’t be room for argument. I’m the best at what I do.

I’m torturing her from the outside, using my two fingers as a guide while utilizing her natural lubrication to slither around her tantalizing cunt. I’m getting more turned on by the fact that I’m watching myself play. I circle around her soaked lips, all while avoiding penetrating her uncharted channel.

She’s clenching the sheets, her eyes closing again. She’s about to beg which won’t make me go any faster. Nothing can deter me. My mouth waters while heat and her sweet nectar scent radiates from the close proximity I’m positioned. I want her to know how difficult it is to concentrate, so I bring my overworked fingers up to her mouth and watch as she grabs my wrist and shoves them deep in between her lips. She’s moaning and sucking off all her juices, her eyes open and she’s staring into mine. I want to smile. I need to, but refuse to give her an inkling of gratification, not until I’m finished. “You dirty little vixen. You like that don’t you. I bet you get off at night when you’re alone. You like the way you taste don’t you?”

She nods and licks her lips once more. “You wish you knew.”