Page 30 of Tate: Gemini King
“You have such a sexy ass.”
“It needs to be scrubbed.”
“Gotcha.”
I drop to my knees and spread Natasha’s ass cheeks. She tenses up, most likely expecting me to lather her butt and pussy up with some soap. Hell fucking no. This is my best chance to get my tongue inside her before I lose the control I’m barely holding onto, and spray my cum everywhere.
“Tate,” Natasha gasps as she senses what I’m going to do at the last minute. It’s way too late for her to stop me.
Natasha just squeals as my tongue laps her up from her pussy lips all the way to her back door. Because I love making Natasha sweat, scream and do just about anything, I push my tongue deep into her ass and taste her natural female juices, the sweat from that hike, water from my shower, and her sweet, soft skin. I kiss the inner flesh surrounding her butthole and then move my tongue back down to her lower lips for more kisses.
She just tastes so fucking sweet.
I can feel myself losing control as I lick her lower lips and suck on them with the purpose of getting every ounce of flavor possible from Natasha’s pussy and tasting her cum on my face before I slide my dick inside her.
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Natasha
Tate’s tongue has absolutely no boundaries as he slides it all over my lower lips, pressing his tongue into my pussy before driving it into my ass and licking every inch of my puckered hole before he returns to sucking on my lower lips. He eats me out like I’m his last meal and there is something so fucking hot about having a man appreciate every inch of you like this.
He grasps my thighs and draws me closer, forcing me to give in to the waves of pleasure overwhelming me. Holy fuck, his tongue feels good. I know I should still be saying no to Tate and telling him that this is just a platonic shower but… I want his tongue deeper. My body has finally won the struggle over my mind and fuck… he feels so good.
I moan loudly and press my hips back, giving Tate more access to my ass and pussy. I can feel how badly he wants me to cum when he picks up the pace and gets me cleaner than I could get with soap and a washcloth just using his eager tongue. When he presses a finger against my entrance, it takes every ounce of self-control not to thrust my hips back and force him to push the whole finger inside me at once.
Tate explores my pussy entrance instead and the slow teasing along with his slipper tongue working my folds finally forces me to cum hard. Juices gush out of my pussy in an explosion of pleasure and instead of taking a break to breathe, Tate pushes his tongue deeper and tries to lap up every last drop of my essence that gushes from my cunt.
Maybe we could have come up with a peace treaty earlier if I knew how well this white boy could clean a plate.
My thighs are shuddering with the intensity of the orgasm that just shook my walls. Just when I’m ready to turn back and look Tate in the eye, he slides his finger all the way inside me, forcing me to cry out with surprise and pleasure. Cruel bastard…
Tate chuckles as I moan and then works my pussy with his finger until I cum again. After I finish, he runs his tongue over my pussy lips and thighs to clean the juices. When he stands behind me, my body aches with a mixture of desire and just… confusion.
What the hell am I doing?
Tate wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck. He pulls me up from my bent over position and clutches me against him. He just wants to get close to my ear so he can whisper something.
“Just because our first time is gonna be a hot shower fuck doesn’t mean we won’t get romantic. You’re not just another notch in my belt, Natasha. You’re mine.”
“Mine?” I whisper. “What does that even mean?”
I hate that I’m whispering back, adding to the romantic tone of the situation. Tate’s body doesn’t hurt. He’s perfectly chiseled and his gross hairiness seems so fucking masculine and sexy when we’re naked together.
“It means… You’re my girlfriend. My woman. My hot piece of ass,” Tate says, running his tongue along my neck possessively. I try not to let how good I feel distract from the words coming out of Tate’s mouth…
“Just when you sound romantic, you have to ruin it,” I murmur, wriggling my ass to get away, but accidentally nestling Tate’s big dick between my ass cheeks. A lump forms in my throat. That is one big dick. He feels like he’s forcefully prying my ass cheeks apart with the shaft. Tate clearly enjoys himself and moves his hips slightly as my body freezes against his.
“Trust me, after you feel my dick, you’re gonna stop bitching about my attitude,” Tate murmurs, nibbling on my earlobe.
Tate presses the tip of his dick against my pussy before I can respond to him.
“Sex doesn’t fix every problem, Tate,” I say with a voice that sounds like I’m moaning. I’m not even convincing myself that I don’t want his big dick inside me.
“Sex won’t fix every problem, but it will fix this one. It will fix us…”
Tate slides into me slowly, stretching me out as warm water covers both of our bodies. I close my eyes so I can feel him nice and deep. He feels so fucking good. It’s even better than I thought he would feel. I’ve never been with a guy who has a dick this big and from the first two inches inside me, the pleasure is indescribable.