The Truth

Suddenly, I feel warmth around my cock, and I realize what she’s doing. She’s leaned forward to take me into her mouth at the same time she rides my tongue. My spine curls, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth, and I feel her moan on me. I’m a fucking goner for her. Her lips and tongue work my cock, sucking me, and in return, I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking in tandem with her.

I flick the tip of my tongue over her and then lap at her with a wide, flat tongue, testing her responses to see what she likes and cataloguing them away.

She’s doing the same to me, licking and sucking my balls and tracing a finger along the sensitive skin just behind them.

It only takes minutes before we’re both mad with need.

I pull back, and Tiffany understands, climbing off me to lie back on the bed, her knees splayed and her pussy gleaming and open for me. I don’t think, I don’t pause, I don’t even choose. I just need to be inside her. I take myself in hand, slamming into her in one savage thrust that buries my cock to the hilt in her folds.

“Fuck,” Tiffany growls as she pulls me down for an intense kiss. “Finally.” She wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me in tighter. “I’m never letting you go now. You know that, right?”

I plant my arms on either side of her, looking into her eyes. “The feeling’s mutual.”

She shudders at my mere words, and I lose all control as she quivers mindlessly around me.

I fuck her.

It’s hard, it’s fast, and she’s already on edge from my tongue as I grind and fill her again and again. The shaking turns into a mini-climax, but I don’t slow my pace, pushing and driving through it.

She’s mine.

With every stroke, I can feel it, and with each repetition of this mantra in my mind, I grow stronger, rougher, more forceful. I can feel my hips slapping against her thighs, creating a symphony as the bed squeaks louder and louder and Tiffany’s high-pitched cries turn to guttural grunts as she gets closer.

And then she goes silent, her body contracting and completely still for a long moment as she teeters on the edge. With a shout of my name, she comes. The orgasm sweeps through her, beautiful in its destruction of any humanity she had, and I keep on fucking her through it. She’s feral, hips bucking wildly and nails clawing at anything she can reach—the sheet, my arms and shoulders, and her own hair as she thrashes through the waves.

Her pleasure and the uninhibited way she enjoys it is immensely sexy, and I feel myself thickening and swelling inside her, on the edge of my own release.

With the last of my control, I pull back and start jacking myself violently, the purplish head of my cock slapping against her clit.

“Come all over me,” Tiffany moans, pinching her nipples. “I want you to mark my whole pussy. It’s yours. It’s always been yours.”

“Fuck!” I cry out, exploding in my second orgasm.

I never imagined how sexy that would be, but her filthy words have me coming harder than I have in years, maybe ever. I pump my load in jagged streams over her mound and her belly, wishing I were deep inside her.

In time, a voice whispers to me. She wants it too.

She rubs it in with red-tipped fingers, spreading the creamy whiteness over her skin and dipping into herself. I groan at the sight, memorizing it for posterity because this moment, this encounter . . . my brain can’t process it all right now. I need to reflect to absorb it all.

She uses my cum to swipe over her sensitive clit and shudders. “One more?” I ask with a lift of my brow. There’s something ridiculously carnal about getting her off with my fluids, and I want to watch her shatter once more. She bites her lip, unsure, but nods. I use the flat of all four of my fingers, quickly blurring them across her entire pussy so I don’t abuse her overworked clit.

Her body goes taut instantly, her spine curling to lift her hips. “Yes, yes . . . ugh, yes.”

I watch her face—the fluttering of her lashes as her eyes roll back, the furrowing of her brow, and the slack-jawed shout as she detonates. I don’t stop, mixing my cum with her juices, getting her pussy messy and slippery with the proof of our passion.

She gasps and jerks, pulling her hips away from me. “Too much, too much.”

I collapse next to Tiffany, who stays where she is, panting lightly and looking up at the ceiling. “Holy shit!” she whispers breathlessly, a dazed grin on her face. “That was even better than I dreamed, and I’ve fantasized about it approximately one million times.”