“Yes,” I hiss, the small of my back curving into an arch that forces my ass to press into his hard cock. My nipples tighten, almost to the point of discomfort. My hips move with his hand as he fucks me, hard and fast, with his fingers. I’m soaked and hot and throbbing, which is clearly evidenced by the ease with which he’s able to enter me. I grind my ass on his hardness as my hips continue rocking with his hand. “I’m going to come,” I tell him, knowing it’s coming.
“I know. Your pussy is squeezing my fingers. God, so fucking tight,” he groans as he moves them faster, rougher. My hand moves from where it was clutching onto his forearm, snaking around me and then between us to palm his cock. I rub him through his jeans, up and down. His cock is huge, and I can’t wait to have him inside of me. It’s been so long, so, so very long. “Come on, Lauren, come on my fingers so we can go inside and I can eat this pussy.” He pumps them in and out of me. My wetness is now leaking down his hand and my inner thighs. “So fucking wet. So fucking tight. So fucking hot. You’re going to come on my fingers, then you’re going to come on my tongue. And then you’re going to come on my cock. Over and over and over again.”
And that’s it, that’s when I come, and come hard. I moan out my orgasm with a barely coherent “Oh my god, so good.” My hips move with his fingers to draw out the orgasm that has been lingering since the moment I set eyes on him tonight.
I’m not completely sure my legs can hold me up right now. Thankfully, he still has one arm around my waist, while the other hand is still in me. He slowly removes his fingers, and I turn around, grabbing the hand that was just inside of me.
“That was so good,” I purr, looking him right in the eye as I bring it to my mouth. “Got me all excited.” I suck one of his fingers into my mouth. One of his fingers that’s coated in my cum. I suck it deep into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it. “You know what gets me even wetter, hotter, hornier?” I ask, drawing another finger in my mouth. “Sucking cock,” I tell him, and before he can reply, I’m on my knees in front of him, wrestling with his belt. The need to get him out is intense for both of us.
I get his belt undone, open the button with both hands, and slowly pull the zipper down. I open the front of his pants, slide my hands along his abs into the waist band of his jeans, and carefully push them down his hips. When I move the material over his impressive cock, my eyes take in their first unhindered glimpse of him—long, hard, and thick, and all mine.
Chapter 20
Austin
When she sank to her knees after sucking herself off my fingers, my cock jerked painfully against my zipper. Jesus fuck.
Her hands fumble with my belt and then the button. She starts sliding the zipper down slowly. I put both hands against the door over her head and look down to watch, more than ready to enjoy the show.
My dick pops right out, since I didn’t bother with boxers tonight. I see her eye my dick, and from her expression, it seems that she likes what she sees. Good. She licks her lips before her tongue darts over the head of my cock in a slow, wet swipe, licking up all of the pre-cum that coats the tip. She pulls her tongue back in, almost like she’s savoring it. Then she runs it back over it, a little “hmmm” sounding in her throat.
I use one of my hands to push her hair off her face and hold it to the side, so I can watch her take me in her mouth. She looks up at me, our eyes connecting as she takes the tip in her mouth. Sucking in a little more each time she bobs her head. My pants move further down my hips when I start thrusting shallowly into her warm mouth.
She curls her tongue around the head again and then takes in more of my length into her mouth. Her hot, slick tongue slides along my shaft, while her mouth covers me as she takes me deeper into her mouth.
The need to grab her head and fuck her face is strong. I grab her hair with both my hands and thrust my hips forward. When she groans, I pull her hair a little harder, and she sucks me harder in response. It seems that my girl likes to have her hair pulled. No problem there. I make a mental note to grab her by the hair when I take her from behind.
That mental image has me thrusting into her more forcefully. I take stock of her face, scared I’m going too deep, but she’s lost in what she’s doing and uses her hands to pull my hips into her.
“Can you take me in all the way to my balls?” I ask her, watching as she starts to do just that. Taking her time as she takes me in deeper each time. She moves one of her hands and wraps it around my shaft, taking her mouth off me to run it over my balls. Her tongue moves from one ball to the other, while her hand continues to work my dick.
She lifts her eyes to mine and warns, “Get ready, Austin. I’m going to take in your whole cock, right down to your balls. It’s big, bigger than I’ve ever had”—she gives me a sexy little smirk—“but I like a challenge.” She runs her flattened tongue up my shaft from root
