I was breathless, soundless as I felt him lick me from my pussy hole to my clit before dragging that thick muscle back down and plunging it inside of me. I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to breathe through the bombarding sensations that consumed me.
He was growling against me, his words inaudible, unintelligible to me. His Gaelic turned me on, had me crying out all over again.
“A shùgh mo chridhe.” Banner rubbed his face all over my pussy, smearing my wetness across his cheeks and mouth, and still he didn’t let up. “My sweetest. My darling.” He kept licking and sucking at my clit and my pussy lips and plunging that tongue in and out of my virgin opening like he was starved for my flavor.
“Ye’ll come for me this way, with my mouth on yer pussy and that sweet honey sliding down my throat,” he growled against my flesh, and I felt more sparks of pleasure shoot through me.
I could no longer keep my eyes open, my hands now tangled in his hair, pulling at the strands so hard I knew I had to be hurting him. But he said nothing, didn’t push me away, and instead buried his face harder against my cunt as he fucked me with his lips and tongue.
“Ye’ll come for me this way and let me drink all this nectar, let it flow down my throat and then nourish me.” His words were so filthy that I did come then, crying out as my legs fell open even more, his mouth never relenting as he drew every drop of my climax from my body until I was a withered mess.
And still he didn’t stop, not as I felt him sucking at my pussy lips, dragging his tongue up and down my slit. When I felt his hands side up my thighs and cover my stomach, his big fingers stretched out, his palms encompassing the entire width, I opened my eyes and forced myself to look down the length of my body. I stared into the glowing blue orbs of my mate who wanted me to watch as he ate me out.
“You're mine, darlin’.” He kept his focus on me as he dragged his tongue through my center, making sure I saw the dirty act. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of his pink tongue working through my equally pink flesh.
And when he spread my lips apart so my clit was obscenely protruding between them, and then sucked the bundle into his mouth, humming around it, I felt another smaller orgasm course through me.
He growled in approval, more harsh words in Gaelic spilling from his lips.
He rose, his hands at his waist as he worked his pants down, the heavy, massive length of his cock springing forth, now free from its confines. The tip was bulbous and already leaking copious amounts of cum.
He grabbed his huge cock, his palm big enough that it fit the heavy length perfectly. Banner dragged his hand from the base to tip then back down again. Slow and almost lazy.
He did this over and over, staring at my pussy as he jerked himself off, calm motions, as if he had all the time in the world. And all that cum… Gods, it steadily continued to drip from the crown and onto the forest floor, and I wanted to swallow it all, not waste a drop.
The heavy weight of his balls hung underneath his dick, slightly swaying back and forth as he picked up his pace and masturbated, his meaty paw moving faster up and down the girth.
I didn’t realize what I was doing until I was sitting up, leaning closer, and dragging my tongue along the head, lapping up the cum that still dripped from the tiny hole, swallowing it and moaning for more. His flavor was wild and intoxicating.
With his cockhead notched in my mouth, I sucked the pre-cum out and lifted my gaze to stare into his face at the same time. He looked down at me with an expression so feral I felt a shiver of apprehension move through me. And that made me wetter.
He curled his upper lip off his sharp teeth and tangled his hand in my hair at the back of my head. I thought he’d push me farther down his cock, not that I would have protested. But instead, he tightened his fingers in the strands and pulled me back, the tip of his dick popping free with an audible—obscene—pop.
He lowered that huge barrel-sized chest toward me, moved his face to the crook of my neck, and then just… inhaled.
He sounded as if he were purring, my big wolf shifter mate acting feline as he nuzzled my throat and scented me, growling in between inhaling deeply. And then he followed that up with long drags of his tongue, licking and further sensitizing my flesh until I was clinging to him and moaning continually.