Page 49 of Mischief Mayhem
“Fuuuccckkk.” For the first time in so long, my cock was inside another person, inside a scalding, inviting mouth. The heavens parted. Angels sang from the sky above. God Herself could walk in on us and I wouldn’t stop this. V grabbed the base of my cock with both hands and teased the slit with her tongue before focusing on the base of the head. I surged my hips up, trying to get deeper, desperate to slot down her throat.
“Patience, pretty boy,” she said, squeezing my dick. My blood burned and surges of pure pleasure skated through my nerves, turning my brain to mush, making me incoherent.
I mumbled something about needing to be down her throat, and she accommodated by swallowing me, gagging around my thick length, choking on me in the best display of throat fucking.
“Jesus fucking Christ, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please.” I didn’t even know what I was saying, just blurting out anything my stupid brain came up with. It had been so long since anyone had sucked my cock that I felt the pressure building far too quickly. “Shit, shit, shit.”
It was coming . . . It was happening . . . And just as I was about to embarrass myself with my utter lack of stamina, she pulled away from me, letting my dick flop down on my stomach like a fish.
“Ahh.” I threw my head back and cried out from the ruined climax, my balls tightening up into my body, my cock pulsing like it might explode and not in the way I wanted. “Fucking hell!”
“Aww, it doesn’t sound like you appreciated what I did for you.” V pouted and climbed up my body, resting her warm pussy over my abused dick, sliding the aching muscle through her folds. The contrast of the cool air to her burning flesh made my legs tremble, and I tried to hide my shaking muscles, but with her on top of me, I was sure she felt it anyway. “Do I need to gag you, Hudson?”
That’s an option?
No. No, I wanted to be able to talk and tell her how much I loved it. Gagging me sounded fun, but I wanted to save that for another night.
“Please, Mistress,” I croaked, my throat suddenly dry and scratchy.
“Please what?” She leaned on top of me, covering my chest with hers so she could sink her teeth into my chin. “Tell me what you need.”
“Please fuck me.” The words sounded despairing, even to me. “I need it. Please. Please.”
“Okay, pretty boy,” she said, lifting her hips as she reached between us. “I’ll take mercy on you.”
She positioned my tip at her entrance before sliding down slowly. So. Fucking. Slowly. I sucked in air as the sheer joy of being connected to her rushed through my nerve endings, fogging my brain, thumping my heart louder.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered.
“Nope,” she said, giggling. “Just me.”
I laughed as she sheathed my cock completely, all the way down to the hilt. A moan slid over my tongue, deep and agonizing, and I pushed my pelvis up, trying to get farther in, but I was already as connected to her as I could be. She raked her talons down my stomach and over the indents on my hips, digging her nails in so she had leverage to rock against me. When my cock brushed up against the soft, wet decadence inside her, I was a goner.
This was perfection. I had a big dick, and most girls could only fit most of me inside them without complaining. Only a few exceptions had ever been able to sit completely on me.
V fit like a glove, like we were made for each other, like there was no other pussy in the world that would devour me so entirely.
I never wanted to leave.
I never wanted this to end.
“Fucking hell, Hudson,” she said, throwing her head back, revealing the column of her pale throat. She rolled against me again, moving her hips in whatever way would bring her the euphoria she sought. Just being inside her was enough for me, and I knew . . . fuck, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. “You’re amazing.”
Shit. There she goes with the praise.
If there was one thing in this world that got me off more than her beautiful mouth dragging my shit through the mud, it was when she praised me. Verona didn’t like most people, and she wouldn’t spare a second thought before cutting down grown men twice her size. It was one of the things I liked the most about her. But when she chose to shower compliments . . . oh fuck, there was nothing hotter in the world.
“You do something to me,” she said, riding me in earnest now, moving her hips up and down, back and forth. “You’re such a beautiful little slut, my little slut. Say it.”
“I’m your little slut.” I damn near tripped over my own tongue to get the words out. “I’m yours. Only yours. Fuck, that’s great, Mistress. Please.”
“Yes, yes,” she muttered, tensing her muscles around me, clawing her nails deeper into my skin. She reached another orgasm, twisting her features into pure bliss. She opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and slowed her pace. But I knew what she needed, so I kept surging up into her, maintaining the same pace so she could enjoy the way she felt.
Seeing her break apart set off my own climax, and I couldn’t stop it. Tingles of release shot down my spine, tightening my muscles, clenching my toes and fingers. As the height of my bliss took me, she leaned over me again to grab my chin, holding my head in place.
“Open your eyes,” she commanded, and I did. “Look at me. Look at me while you come inside me. I want you to see who did this to you, who brought you here after so long without.”
Her dirty words fueled the deliciously horrendous flood, spurting from my cock in thick, heavy waves. I couldn’t stop. For what seemed like an eternity, I groaned and stared into those deep purple irises as I emptied myself inside her welcoming body.