Yanking her panties and her shorts away, I stare in complete enthrallment at her pussy.
Her lips are swollen with her passion, and her engorged clit looks like it’s desperate for attention. Her hole is cute-as-fuck, pink slit, winking at me as it glistens, soaked.
Soaked for me.
I’m trembling, my hands shaking, my body getting closer and closer to an explosion as I slide my hands up her thighs toward her naked slit.
“You even fucking smell good,” I growl, as I bring my face to her sex.
Gripping her thighs, I open her legs wider, inhaling the scent of her tangy hole. She whimpers, whatever words she was trying to say lost in the pleasure.
There’s nothing that could stop me from tasting her. I need to bring her to an orgasm, make gushing wetness seep out of that perfect hole, get her nice and slippery for when I drive my dick inside of her.
I open my mouth and drag my tongue up her slit. She shivers and lets out a captivating moan. Her tangy taste coats my tongue as I target her clit, flicking my tongue back and forth, unable to go slow when I feel how badly she wants this.
It’s in her moans, the tightness of her body, the way her hole flutters around my finger as I slide it inside of her. She croaks, her moans turning hollow, as I push my finger deeper, up to my knuckle.
I stroke my finger in and out of her as I keep licking her clit, growling the faster I move, my cock so hard precome is leaking out of my inflamed tip.
I look up to find her gazing down, her cheeks flushed, her face red with exertion. She looks stunned but soon her eyes turn hazy with rapture like she couldn’t stop this even if she wanted to… like she knows she belongs to me, just me, and nobody else ever gets to touch her.
Her scent and her taste are intoxicating, flooding my system, making it difficult to think of anything else other than her right now, this moment.
I smooth my other hand beneath her, grabbing onto her naked ass and burying my fingers indulgently in her flesh.
She gasps as I sink them in harder.
There’s so much of her to explore, a beautifully curvaceous and full-bodied tapestry of pleasure, a world of voluptuous ecstasy in her every gradation.
Her legs start to vibrate when I stroke my tongue even faster.
I suck on her clit, pulling it right into my mouth, pushing down with the tip of my tongue as she pulses around my fingertip.
Her hips start to buck against me, grinding her pussy against my face. I get the sense she can’t control it. Like her body is taking over. The primal need inside of her is as powerful as mine.
“Oh my…”
“You better come soon. I need to fucking taste it. You better be close,” I growl.
“I am, but please, please…”
I grin like the wild wolf I am. “Please what? Say it.”
“Please don’t stop.”
“Good girl.”
I slip another finger inside of her, feeling her walls clamp onto my fingers. My manhood is tingling and pulsing with anticipation, as I think about how tightly her pussy is going to wrap around my cock.
Then her moans pause, turning breathy, as though she needs all her focus for the incoming orgasm.
I snarl and lick her faster, harder, until I’m flicking my tongue like a flame in the wind, hot against her clit. She starts moaning again, but this time they come out strangled and unhinged.
I open my mouth and greedily lick as much of her as I can, every single part of her pussy, as gushing wetness soaks my fingers and drips onto the couch cushions. The orgasm makes her body quiver as I slip my fingers out of her, bringing my lips to her hole and pushing my tongue inside.
I push until my tongue is buried in her, coated in her slick tanginess, the primal beast inside of me howling at the taste.
Finally, she collapses on the couch, and I stand, gazing down at her.
She looks so vulnerable right now, her legs poking out from beneath her hoodie, her hole slick and shiny.
But only for me, vulnerable for me.
If anybody else tried to see her this way, I’d rip them apart.
I reach for my belt buckle, grabbing it and slipping it loose. She sits up and my temples start to pulse, my body throbbing with anticipation.
Is my horny woman going to take me in her mouth? Is she going to get my shaft wet and ready for when I slide inside of her?
“Asher.”
My hand pauses on the button of my pants. There’s something in her tone of voice, something important.
“What?” I growl, unable to keep my voice civil.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I can do this.”
Annoyance rises inside of me, but I push it down right away. It comes from the primal need, the desire to fuck that tight slit until she’s stretched out, and aching, filled with my seed. But I can’t let that part rule me, not when there’s a note of sadness in her voice or regret. Something serious.