Page 93 of The Wild Man
He licks and slurps and sucks and nibbles on my clit, all the while ramming three fingers inside me. My head thrashes as I lift my hips and smash his face against my pussy. The vibration of his growls and the roughness of his beard scraping all over me adds fuel to the flames consuming me.
When my orgasm hits, it takes total control. Wild Man keeps thrusting, the juices seeping out of me making each one slicker. I grab his hair and shove him closer, lifting my hips, grinding myself on his face.
I’m boneless and sapped completely of energy by the time he lifts his head. His beard is soaked with my release, and coupled with the satisfied look in his eyes, it renews my need for more.
I watch with languid eyes as Wild Man gets up from the couch and yanks off his jeans. Once he’s naked, his long, hard cock bouncing around, he grabs me under my knees and pulls me further down the couch. With one foot planted on the floor, he throws his other leg over my torso so his cock bobs right in front of my face. Gripping his shaft, he angles the tip down toward my lips, a small dot of pre-cum glistening on the tip.
“Open, momor,” he growls. “Suck.”
Suddenly ravenous to have his cock in my mouth, I spread my lips open. He feeds me just the head, and I clamp my lips around it, sucking away that delicious little drop. I love the way he tastes.
He hisses out a breath, his head tilted down with his hair falling all around his face. He looks savage at this moment. Like an animal ready to take his mate.
I suck the head, wanting more of him, needing him to fill my mouth all the way. He presses his hips forward and another inch slides inside. I lift my head, intent on taking more and he takes advantage. Gripping a handful of my hair, he snarls down at me as he guides my head up at the same time he pushes his hips down. He goes to the back of my throat and my eyes water.
“Yes, momor,” he grates, his teeth bared. “So good.”
I hum in the back of my throat. He lets out a groan and sinks deeper, wedging his cock through the tight muscles. I swallow, constricting those muscles, knowing it’ll drive him crazy. I want him to lose his mind with lust. I want his control obliterated.
He grunts, his already tight grip in my hair growing stronger. He jerks my head back and rams his hips forward again. I sink my nails into the globes of his ass and my hips lift off the couch. I don’t know what I’m reaching for. I just know my pussy is weeping so much, the couch will be soaked.
Wild Man falls forward, catching himself on the arm of the couch. I tip my head back for a better angle, my eyes sliding open to meet his intense black pair.
“More, momor,” he grunts through his clenched teeth. “Deeper. Fuck mouth.”
He thrusts, and I didn’t think it was possible for him to go deeper inside my throat, but he manages to. I let one of my hands wander down my body to my pussy. I strum my clit and the shock of that first touch has my back arching off the bed and a low moan vibrating through my chest.
“Fuck my pussy while I fuck mouth.”
And I do. I shove one of my fingers inside my slick pussy at the same time he shoves his cock down my throat. I match my thrusts to his. Tears leak from my eyes and slide down my cheeks as he takes my mouth hard and fast, choking me on his cock. I fuck my pussy as deep as I can.
A tingle builds in my lower stomach, preparing me for what I know will be an electrifying orgasm.
Wild Man’s moves become wild and frenzied, his thrusts deep and savage. He uses my hair to pull my head back, only to use it to slam forward again. Over and over. My throat feels raw and abused, but in the most delicious way. I pull my finger from my pussy and press it to my clit, swirling the tip around the tight bundle of nerves.
With my other hand, I wet my fingers with my juices and bring them to Wild Man’s ass. I slide my fingers between his cheeks until I feel the pucker of his asshole. His grunt is deep and gravelly when I press against the spot, pushing the tip of my finger inside his tight hole.
“Momor,” he growls. His thrusts become wild and uncontrolled. A man possessed by his lust.
I push my finger deeper inside him and feel for the spot I know men have. When I find it, I press against it. Wild Man lets out a loud bellow and jams his cock in my throat as deep as it’ll go, effectively cutting off all of my airflow.
His shout of pleasure and the strumming of my clit sets off my release. I arch my back, the muscles in my stomach tightening as I’m thrown over the edge. I can’t vocalize my release with his dick in my throat, but that’s what makes it more intense.
He grunts and groans as I feel the warm jets of his cum slide down my throat. I greedily swallow every drop.
He releases my hair as I slide my finger out of him and he pops out of my mouth. My chest pumps up and down as I take in large gulps of air.
Wild Man’s stamina has always amazed me. Maybe it’s because he’s making up for lost time or he’s just been graced with a magical cock. Either way, he’s still very hard.
He lifts me from the couch and falls on his ass on the cushions with me straddling his lap. From the look in his eyes, he’s not done with me. Which suits me just fine, because I’m not done with him yet.
With his hands on my hips, he poises me over the head of his cock, then slowly slides me down until I’m fully seated on him.
“Give me mouth, momor.”
I drop my head and give him what he wants.
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