Amatista

When he pulled back, his features were tight, the look in his eyes so fierce she felt it pierce through her like an arrow. “You want my cock in your mouth, Liana?”

“Yes!” she breathed, more a plea than an affirmation.

Tendons in his neck tightened as he swallowed convulsively. “You will suck me.”

Liana shuddered, her cunt clenching heatedly. “Yes, Kavi, I want to suck you. I want your cock.”

Muscles in his arms rippled as he shoved his breeches down his hips. His voice vibrated with yearning. “Suck me, Liana. Suck me like before.”

His engorged length had barely popped out, his pants kicked off, before Liana was on her knees, sucking him into her mouth. She’d dreamed of taking his cock in her mouth again, of running her tongue down his never-ending length and filling her mouth, opened wide to receive him. Her memory had done no justice to him.

He was wider, longer and more delicious than she’d remembered—or could even imagine. Now all she wanted was to please him. To rip out those animal grunts she’d heard from him before.

Kavi rewarded her with such a sound, a grunt so quick and fierce it sounded like a hiss. His head dropped back, eyes drifting shut as his shaft disappeared into her mouth.

Liana was sure she would come just by tasting him. Just by having that impossibly vast, pulsing cock dipped repeatedly into her mouth. Just by running her tongue along the bulging head and feeling her lips bump against the dampened folds beneath the crown.

“How much do you like my cock, Liana?”

She moaned, suctioning on the bulbous tip then taking his whole length again.

“Tell me.” His voice resonated with desire, his grip unsteady on the back of her head.

She pulled back to look at him through the flaxen fan of her lashes, whispering, “I love your cock. I want more,” and then took him in again.

His features tightened at her words and he began to move in her mouth, unhurriedly at first. Then his pace increased and he groaned. “You are hungry for me.”

She was starved. And she moaned to tell him so, a sound born from the deepest place within her.

His fingers twined through her hair, gathering it into a ball as his hips started to ram fast, his cock merciless as it plunged into her mouth. Filling her all the way to the back of her throat and beyond.

He panted as he spoke, his voice haggard with need. “I will spill in your mouth, little one.”

Yes! Yes! He was so thick, so rigid, tasted so good. Liana had been aching to taste him again for weeks. She wanted his cum on her tongue, sliding down her throat. She could taste it already, warm and rich and salty.

“I should have filled your mouth with my cream before.”

Oooh, yes! She slipped a hand down to her throbbing pussy, rubbing herself up and down her slit. The lips were swollen, almost engulfing her finger, greedy to be filled, to take a long, hard length in deep.

His fists, still in her hair, masterfully guided her head along the length of him. “You will eat me now!”

Liana trembled when his cock started shuddering in her mouth. Her finger was quickly, wildly circling her clit as he roared and blasted a stream of salty, rich semen inside her.

Liana swallowed the rich, lustrous texture, moaning in her hunger for more before she lost herself, and her own shudders took her.

“You will come and keep coming for me,” Kavi vowed while she continued to shudder even as he gently lowered her to the ground. “I want your juices.”

She felt the warm earth on her back and gripped his arms, keeping his hard, massive chest glued to her breasts. “Please, I want you inside me!”

“Give me your sweetness first.”

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he was too weak to protest. Too weak to do anything but give him what he asked for. His hands spread her legs, the air caressing her still-damp thighs before he settled between them and plunged his tongue into her needy pussy. She rocked up to his mouth, tossing her head to one side as more ripples of pleasure fanned across her body. He growled as he ate her, feasting on her like he had when she’d been tied in his tent. Only now she wasn’t tied—and she would kill him if he stopped.

His tongue was just as hot as her sex, just as wet. His tongue stroked up the labia, licking her moisture, until his mouth clamped around the tiny nub of her clit. He sucked, pulling it into his mouth with the force of his suction. She shrieked with pleasure, hips bucking up to his mouth.

“I want your juices,” he whispered, his words rumbling against her swollen parts. He was staring at her face across the thatch of glossy blonde curls between her legs, his eyes glimmering as he pried her open with two fingers and plunged another inside her.