Pulling back for just a second, he pulls my thong against my outer thigh and rips it off of me, tearing the fabric into shreds. There goes another one of my expensive thongs; I swear to God, ever since Connor moved into the guest house, I’ve been spending a lot of money on underwear.
"I’m going to miss this," he says, and then he’s on me. Wrapping his lips around my clit, he presses down on it with his tongue. Then he brushes his lips down, taking them to my pussy lips; tilting his head sideways, he sucks both my folds into his mouth at the same time, flicking his tongue against them as he sucks.
Running my fingers through his hair, I start swaying my hips, thrusting against his mouth as he devours me. This time he doesn’t stop me; instead, he places his hands under my ass cheeks and spurs me on, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass.
"Oh, you’re so good…" I moan, moving my body as I start to lose control. Eating me out like a man on a mission, he allows his fingers to roam closer to my asshole, and then he brushes one fingertip up and down the length of my crack.
Finally pressing down on my hole, he starts sliding his index finger into my ass, sucking my pussy even harder as he does it. I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits, pleasure making my whole body tense up, and even my lungs seem to be working overtime to get the air in.
Oh, I’m so close… But Connor still has one trick up his sleeve.
Using his free hand, he places two fingers against my pussy; moving his mouth up to my clit, he then slides his fingers deep inside my pussy, curling them upward and driving them straight to my G-spot.
I gasp, the muscles around my neck tensing up as I try to process what he’s doing to me. With one finger inside my ass, two inside my pussy, and his mouth wrapped around my clit… Jesus Christ, I don’t even know which sensation I should focus on! All I know is that it’s only a matter of time until I explode and, when I do it, I don’t know if I’ll be able to remain conscious. The incoming wave of pleasure feels like a tidal wave, and it’s sure as hell going to sweep me off my feet.
"Oh, I’m gonna—oh, fuck!" I exhale sharply, yanking hard on his hair as an orgasm hits me at point blank. Even though my eyes are open, I stop seeing altogether for a few seconds, my brain devoting all of its processing power to decode all of the ecstasy running through me.
"That’s right, babe … feels good, doesn’t it?" he asks, pulling his fingers out of me and looking me in the eye.
"It feels better than good…" I breathe out, my mind commanding me to get up. Going up to my feet, I bend over and place my arms on his shoulders. I push him down, forcing him to lie down on the ground, and then I place my feet on either side of his thighs. "Now let’s both enjoy it," I tell him with a grin, looking back at him over my shoulder. Lowering myself, I press my pussy against his face as I bend over, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight at my mouth.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Connor goes back to licking and sucking, and I follow his lead. I open my mouth as wide as I can and take his whole cock into my mouth, only stopping when I have my lips firmly pressed against the skin at its root. Then, bobbing my head up and down, I try and match the rhythm with which he’s sucking on me. It’s harder done than said, though; I lose control with each passing second, another explosion of pleasure already looming on the horizon, and it’s almost impossible to keep my movements steady. Not that it matters, anyway. Sex isn’t about being steady.
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ubbing my pussy against his face, I ride his mouth until I simply can’t do it a second longer. Popping his cock out of my mouth, I grit my teeth and hiss through them, my body tensing up as I feel the first punch of an orgasm.
Sitting up on his face, I then let all that pleasure overtake me. I grab my breasts as I come, grinning to myself as I imagine my creamy fluids dripping down Connor’s chin. Ah, who knew that sitting on a man’s face could be this good? Maybe it’s because I’m doing it with a holy man in a holy place, but hell it feels amazing.
"Now I want the main course," I order him as I roll to the side, sitting on the floor and opening my legs so that I’m offering him a nice view of my aching pussy.
"You and my cock," he tells me, going up to his knees in a hurry, his chin glistening from my juices, just like I imagined. Grabbing his cock firmly, he then closes in on me and pushes me down on the floor, forcing me to lie there.
Slapping his cock against my pussy, he then presses his body against mine, my breasts mashed against his chest. I lace his neck with one arm, pulling him into me, and open my mouth to kiss him.
As soon as our lips connect, Connor doesn’t waste a second, he simply thrusts, doing it as hard as he can. His thickness pushes my inner walls back as it struggles to go all the way in, and I almost stop breathing as I feel the tip of his cock bumping against that hidden spot of pleasure inside of me.
"I’m going to miss this cock," I tell him, pulling back from our kiss and looking into his eyes.
"Then I better give you something to remember," he replies, softly thrusting and never taking his eyes off mine.
"Give me something I can dream of," I whisper, keeping eye contact as I feel his cock sliding in and out of me." Give me something I can think of whenever I’m alone…"
"I’ll give you more than that," he replies gently, kissing me with a kind of tenderness that makes my heart melt. Then, faithful to his words, he starts rocking his hips against mine at a growing tempo, his heavy balls slapping against my pussy each time he goes in.
Before I know it, he’s ravaging me so hard that I can barely feel anything. It’s as if my brain has vanished from inside my skull. Even my nerve endings seem to have disappeared from my body… Of course, this only happens for a couple of seconds; the moment I regain my capacity to feel, the pleasure hits me so fiercely that I almost burst from the inside out. Throwing my head back, I bump it against the floor and let out one mighty scream. My voice is so violent and furious that I don’t even sound like a woman anymore; no, I must sound like a banshee, one straight out of those mythological stories.
"Do you want more?" he teases me, slowing down again, but the glint in his eyes tells me that he already knows the answer to that question.
"Of course," I purr. I haven’t even finished replying when he slides his cock out of me. Grabbing my hips, he forces me to turn around on the floor, and then he lies on top of me, his strong pectorals against my back. Driven by instinct, I jut my ass back at him and he reacts accordingly, placing his cock between my inner thighs and pressing its tip against my inner lips.
The moment he has an angle, he doesn’t hesitate; he thrusts once more, pistoning into me in such a way that I can’t help but unleash another vicious scream. And, Jesus, he’s thrusting so hard that I can’t stop. Even though my throat feels raw and spent, screams and moans keep bubbling up to my lips, cascading out of my mouth in a vengeful fury.
Slapping his thighs against my ass cheeks, his balls doing the same with my pussy, Connor starts ravaging me again. I press my forehead against the floor as he does it, enduring the sweet pain of his cock inside me. And when I say pain, what I really want to say is pleasure; it’s funny how these two tend to blend during sex, isn’t it?
"Harder… I want it harder…" I beg of him, struggling to get the words out. My voice is now so spent that I can only manage a whisper, but it’s enough for him. With his hands on my ass, he thrusts so wildly that I have to place my hands on the floor to stop myself from moving forward. Gritting my teeth, I let my eyes roll in their orbits as I feel that sweet pressure building inside me: there’s a ball of electric fire growing and growing in the pit of my stomach, my lungs seem to be working to the extent of their power, and even my brain is overheating.
"OH FUCK!" I shout, one of my hands darting out and going straight to his ass. Grabbing one of his ass cheeks, I force him to stand still, his cock buried deep inside my pussy as a seizure of pleasure takes over me. Every single muscle in my body seems to be twitching right now, and I’ve lost all control of my body. I’m like a puppet whose strings have been cut, and if you think that’s not a good comparison… Well, that’s just because you can’t see the state I’m in.