Page 80 of Spiral
“What?” I stammer, my brain short-circuiting as she trails a manicured finger down my abdomen.
“You heard me,” she coos, her plump lips brushing the edge of my ear. “I want Henry Anderson, captain of the football team, NCAA champion, future quarterback for the Lone Star Mavericks… to beg me for it.”
“Can I please touch you?” I rasp, my eyes wide as she sits upright on my dick.
“I don’t think so,” she taunts, the toned muscles of her thighs straining as she begins to bounce up and down along the length of my pulsing erection. “It doesn’t seem like you want it bad enough.”
Fire pools in my lower abdomen as she rides me, her hips slamming against mine in a perfect, intoxicating rhythm. Her round tits are centimeters from my face as she leans over me, the perky mounds bouncing and teasing me, and it takes everything in me not to lean forward and suck them raw.
“P-Please let me touch you, baby,” I stutter, my throat constricted as I attempt to keep from exploding inside of her.
“Tell me you need it.”
“I need it, Georgia, so bad–”
Before I can finish, she slips herself off of my throbbing dick as a naughty smile lingers across her features. She settles her weight over my face, her legs spread wide and glistening pussy inches from my parted lips, then stops.
“Go ahead and touch me, captain,” she purrs, raking a hand through my hair to position me closer to her blushed clit.
I do as I’m told, instantly gripping her firm ass with both hands as my tongue glides over her pulsating lips. She tastes salty and sweet, drenching my chin and lips as she grinds against my tongue.
“Mmm, fuck, baby, right there,” Georgia whimpers, her rocking hips growing erratic as I gently suck her swollen clit.
A loud groan escapes her as I dip my tongue into her creamy slit, the taste of her instantly satisfying every craving I’ve ever had in this lifetime. Tension begins to grow in my abdomen, my dick throbbing with need as she glides her perfect pussy against my face. She isn’t touching me, but it doesn’t matter – my dick pulses with pleasure like a spring coiling tightly before just barely releasing. I groan – half in ecstasy, half in muted panic – and attempt to distract myself, but Georgia’s quivering body, sweet taste, and breathy moans make it impossible.
She clasps my hands in hers, lifting them to her tits and squeezing hard – and I lose it. My body starts to jerk as come saturates my abdomen, my dick tightening and then relaxing with every pulse. I moan throatily, my breaths ragged while Georgia continues to rock against my thrashing tongue.
I’ve never came this hard in my fucking life. And she didn’t even touch me.
Georgia’s body trembles as I roughly circle her clit with my tongue, increasing the pressure as she gets closer and closer to finishing. She’s holding her breath, eyes closed tight in ecstasy, and I know she’s almost there. In one urgent motion, I bury the tip of my finger just inside her tight ass, immediately sending her over the edge.
Georgia’s body shakes and thighs instantly tighten around my face as she comes, her raspy moans desperate and pleading. I can barely breathe as her weight bears down on my jaw, a sensation that instantly triggers another straining erection.
Georgia’s legs quiver as the intense rush of her orgasm begins to fade and, to my dismay, she slowly slides herself off of my face and onto the plush bed.
“God, Henry,you’re so good at that… wait, when did you come?”
My cheeks flush crimson in embarrassment as she stares at my drenched abdomen.
“Uh, like three minutes ago.”
She matches my gaze, emerald eyes fiery with desire, and smirks.
“I wasn’t even touching you.”
“I guess you don’t need to,” I reply sheepishly, my face still bright red.
She leans towards me and places a lingering kiss on my neck, her vanilla perfume immediately engulfing me and strengthening my erection.
“That’s so hot,” she whispers, lips barely tracing the edge of my jaw.
She moves down my body, placing gentle kisses along my neck, then my chest, until she reaches my abdomen. My body shakes as she traces a gentle finger across my abs, circling the small pools of come and sending shivers up my spine.
Georgia’s eyes lock with mine, a sliver of white gleaming just beneath her raised irises as she looks up at me. She doesn’t avert her gaze for even a millisecond as she begins to drag her tongue across the chiseled edge of my abs, sopping up each drop of come.
“Oh my god, Georgia–” I start to close my eyes as my head leans back, until she stops me.
“Uh-uh. Look at me,” she commands, parting her glistening lips and greedily trailing her tongue down my abdomen, licking it clean and swallowing every molecule of my seed as her eyes pierce into mine.