Complete.
Finished in a way I’ve never felt before.
“I like you too much. I wouldn’t be fucking this tight little pussy to heaven if I didn’t.” I thumb her clit, adoring how her bottom lip disappears between her teeth as she closes her eyes in rapture.
“Weston, please—” she starts begging, but I shove my free hand over her mouth.
“When I’m ready. I like you and your pussy so much we’re gonna play. I’m making you squirt for me, Shel.”
She whines breathlessly against my hands, her eyes big and rolling as I part her legs wider.
It’s an invitation I can’t deny.
My fingers work her over for another minute before my face dives down, tongue lavishing her pussy from bottom to top. I bury myself in her taste, make her feel the scratch of my beard against her thighs, snarling as I toy with her clit.
Her groan rises, heavier than before, and gives me a power I’ve never known. I’m proud to be the man giving her what I bet must be the finish of her life.
She moves against me as her pleasure builds, as it tries to overload her.
I move her off my face, pinning her down.
Licking, sucking her clit, fingering her hot cunt till she’s gasping, I torture every muscle in her body tense.
“Weston! I-I-I can’t take much more. Need you. Inside me.”
I stop sucking long enough to say, “Bull. You need to come for me before I fuck you.”
“Y-yes, but...I’m about to—oh!”
Oh, yeah, baby girl.
Motherfucking come for me.
I tease her clit with my tongue, derailing her attempt at words before I move off of her just long enough to say, “Go for it, honey. Give it the fuck up. Give me your all.”
She moans, throwing her head back as I go back down on her, this time without mercy.
With every tongue lashing, every nip, every electrifying stroke, she becomes my property even more than she was a second before.
And I think she knows it when her mouth pulls open in a ring, like she’s calling all the gods of orgasm to smack her with their lightning bolts at once.
I happily oblige in their place.
Reaching up and teasing her nipples, I bring her storm home, feeling her pussy clench over and over against my mouth.
She drapes her legs over my shoulders, screaming into the night, pinching her thighs to my head.
It’s so thrilling, so wrong, I have a second where I think I’m about to come in my jeans.
I won’t though. This is for her, and only her, always my Seashell.
She tastes like heaven, giving up her pearl with this honey erupting out of her.
Mission accomplished.
She squirts like a faucet. I love the way her pussy responds to my touch, how much her body craves my mouth, my hands, and only me.
“Oh. My. God.”