Holy shit.
He’s really going there.
I let out an appreciative gasp, keeping my hands above my head, arching my back and sticking my chest out, playing it up.
“Fuck me,” he murmurs, his voice richer than Scotch, then he dips his head over my breasts, his hands palming each one, feeling the weight of them. I have gained a bit of weight since coming to Scotland but I actually don’t mind since I finally have huge boobs and the soft bits seem to be just as appreciated.
And appreciate them he does. His wide, hot tongue licks up and around my nipple, wet and messy and insatiable.
I groan, pushing my tits into his face, wanting more, but unable to use my hands. I’m not a submissive person by any means but when I’m naked with him, he can tie me up and do whatever he wants to me and I’ll take it.
He moves his head down next, lips trailing over my stomach, leaving hot sparks in their wake. With rough hands he grabs my thighs, pushing them apart before he buries his head between my legs.
I hiss, lifting up my hips as his lips go directly for my clit, sucking me in his mouth like candy. “Shit,” I cry out, his tongue licking me up and down with the kind of feverish drive a madman would possess.
I want nothing more than to lower my arms and grab his hair but I fight the urge to be in control and just let myself submit to him.
“Harder,” I tell him as his lips brush gently, his pace slowing.
His big hands take hold of my ass, grasping it until I swear I might bruise, and then he lifts my hips off the bed, thrusting my pussy into his face.
Holy fuck.
My eyes fly open, my mouth dropping, as his tongue plunges deep inside me, again and again and…
I’m coming.
I can’t even warn him, I just yelp, the orgasm clawing through me like a monster. I shake from core, radiating outward, until my bones feel rattled, and my lungs are screaming for my breath and a fuckload of gibberish falls from my lips. I sound as mad as he feels when he’s eating me out, and he doesn’t stop either, just keeps going until I stop coming.
I barely have time to collect my thoughts and keep my heart in my chest before he grabs my ass again and pushes his cock right into me.
“Fuck,” I say through a groan, breathless all over again as he pushes himself into the hilt.
He gets on his knees while keeping himself deep inside me, not moving, taking his time. I look up and watch him as he stares down where his cock disappears inside me, brows together, transfixed. He breathes out slowly through his nose, shaking a little.
He knows he’s close to coming already and is trying to tamper himself down. I want to tell him it’s okay, I already got off and no doubt I’ll get off again, but I know he’d ignore me anyway. The man does not like to rush.
Slowly, very slowly, he starts to pull out in a teasing, agonizing fashion. I can feel the stiff, rigid lines of his dick as it passes through me, firing up all the nerves.
He lets out a shaky breath, pulling back until only the tip is still inside me. Then he lifts my hips even higher, raising my legs until they’re pressed up against his chest. He grabs my calves and presses them together, then with his eyes locked on mine, and the other hand grabbing my waist, pushes himself back in.
The air leaves my lungs and another wayward cry comes from deep inside me. I can feel him so raw and deep and thick, it’s unreal. The angle is making my eyes roll back into my head.
When I manage to look up again, I can tell it’s doing the same for him. He’s grinding his teeth together in concentration, his jaw wiggling as he tries to keep himself held back and in control. His eyes meet mine and I see the beast inside him, the one that’s fighting to be let loose from the cage. I want to let that beast out, I want that beast to fuck the life out of me until I scream.
“Move,” I whisper to him, my voice ragged as I try to adjust my hips. “Fuck me.”
His gaze pins me in place and he shakes his head.
“I thought this was all about me,” I tell him, half-joking.
A hint of a smile graces his determined face. “It’s always about you, love. Now let me fuck you like I want to. Call it part of my birthday present.”
Well, when he puts it that way.
So I let him fuck me the way he wants, and I succumb to the slow push and pull of his cock as it slides in and out of me, dragging over every sensitive nerve. I’m practically begging for him to go faster, harder, and I’m writhing all over the bed as a result, but he takes his sweet time fucking.
Eventually though, I can see the beast coming through.
Sweat starts to bead on his brow.
His muscles contract.
His grip around my calves tighten while he slips his other hand around and puts his thumb on my clit, causing me to gasp.
Primal lust burns in his eyes, making my body go further up in flames.
And then he can’t hold back any longer.
With punishing force, he starts rutting his hips against me, faster, harder, his cock driving in so deep that I’m practically impaled. Each rough, feral push makes my tits jostle, driving the bed into the wall.
He’s fucking me like he’s playing a game, in it to win, with only one focus.
Then I’m coming again, his thumb slipping against my clit in a slick and slippery hurry. I clench around him tight, tight, tight,
