Swear to god, my knees go weak and my head falls back in ecstasy. “Fuck,” I hiss out. I pull one hand from her hair to brace myself against the door as I tip my head down to watch her.
I hear—and feel—her humming while she moves up and down my cock with her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks as she goes. I see her hand on my shaft, while the other is buried in between her legs. “Where is your other hand?” I pull her hair, so she takes her mouth off my cock. My cock cries in protest.
“Buried in my pussy,” she says with a smile as she closes her eyes to enjoy the pleasure she’s giving herself. I stand there watching, still gripping her hair in one fist, as she continues to stroke my cock with her other hand.
“Okay. Play time is over, Lauren. Open the door.” I pull up my pants before I bend down to lift her to her feet. She looks a little stunned at the sudden change in plans and surprised when I pull the hand that was playing with her pussy to my mouth, sucking her fingers clean. I groan as her taste explodes on my tongue. Sweet and tangy, like a ripe peach on a hot summer fucking day.
One taste isn’t even close to being enough. I let her open the door, but once we’re through it, I slam it behind me and yank her back into my front. Her ass is still bared, and my cock is still wet from her mouth. I know if lift her up right now, I’ll slide right into her to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
She must be thinking the same thing, because she pushes back, grinding her ass against my crotch. My hand wraps around her front, going straight to her pussy, her panties still moved aside, as my fingers move on her clit.
“Wet,” I tell her as I apply a bit of pressure and make tight circles. “Fucking wet, and hot,” I groan, easing up to a gentle tease as I switch to bigger circles. “Know what’s going to make this pussy wetter?” I whisper into her ear while I remove my hand from her pussy with one last flick to her clit.
I turn her around, almost roughly, pushing her back against the door. No lights are on in the house, but the lights from the street glow outside, streaming through the windows and softly illuminating the foyer.
She’s is panting, her eyes are hooded, and she looks at me in question. I smirk at her as I move to my knees in front of her. It’s my turn to devour her now. I press my face against her pussy, inhaling deeply. She smells as good as she tastes, and I can’t help the groan that escapes as my tongue darts out to lick her wet, slick slit from bottom to top. I use my hand to part her lips, revealing her swollen clit just waiting to be sucked.
Her pussy isn’t bald; it’s got a neatly trimmed landing strip that runs all the way down. My tongue flutters against her clit, teasing her. Her back arches, causing her hips to jerk forward. “Now, now. Patience,” I admonish her while I lick her again, slower this time, my tongue buried between her parted lips as it travels up and back down the length of her, purposely avoiding her clit.
She whimpers and squirms as her pants become almost jagged. My tongue dips into her opening, in and out, mimicking what my cock will be doing shortly. I’m the one looking up now, watching her. Her head rolls against the door. One hand is at her side, resting flush against the door, while the other has found its way into my hair.
“Do you want to come on my tongue or my fingers?” I watch her go crazy with need.
“Cock,” she breathes, pushing my face into her pussy. I close my mouth over her clit, sucking it into my mouth while tormenting it with my tongue at the same time. Her head thrashes, the hand not in my hair is now fisted at her side, and her moans are interrupted by words as she says, “Fuck, I’m going to come.” She never once lets go of my head as she works her hips against my face. “So good.” I continue to focus on her clit as I use my finger to fuck her, moving it in and out as I nibble and suck her clit until she begs me to make her come. “Make me come, Austin, please. I need to come.”
I suck harder and then bite down on her clit once before I start sucking again. My finger is moving inside her, and I hook it to find her G-spot. When I do, I make sure to pass over it with a little tap each time my finger enters her. I feel her walls tightening around my fingers and then fluttering. I let go of her clit while still massaging her G-spot, and tell her roughly, “Come, Lauren. Come all over my finger. Come for me now, baby.” I go back to sucking her clit, and I feel her legs start to shake as her orgasm starts to rush through her. She comes on my hand with a scream, and I continue to lick her slowly as I bring her down. My hand is now planted against her belly, holding her up as I feel her start to slump.
I stand and pick her up, her body pliant, loose, and sated. Her limbs wrap around my neck and my hips. She starts kissing up my neck to my ear, where she whispers, “Please tell me we aren’t finished.”
“Not even fucking close,” I promise as I head up the stairs to her room. Tossing her on the
