Beauty and the Baller

I trace little designs up and down the silky skin of her legs as I give her a cocky grin. Fuck, I love this position.

A nervous chuckle comes from her. “My vagina is, like, right in your face.”

“It’s an exquisite pussy,” I murmur. “Want to ride my face, Princess?”

She starts to laugh, but at the first touch of my mouth, she shudders, a sharp cry of need erupting from her.

I eat her greedily, with relish, like a man starved. My tongue flicks at her clit slow at first, rubbing over the stiff top and the sides, learning her body, then faster as my teeth bite gently. My fingers piston in her entrance, rubbing her G-spot. My other hand palms her ass, guiding her into a back-and-forth rhythm. Breathing heavily, she glides against my mouth as I groan, the reverberation of the sound making her shiver.

“You like that?” My lips trace over her pink skin.

“Yes,” she gasps.

Fingering her, I flick at her nub, my chest humming a low, long growl. “Fall apart for me.”

Stiffening, she grabs my hair and yells my name as she comes. Time stretches as she rides the wave, her channel sucking at my fingers as I skim over her.

Fuck, I like how she orgasms. Wild and needy.

We’re breathing heavily as she moves away and leans against the wall. “That was incredible,” she whispers. “I’m still vibrating.”

“Come here,” I say.

Sitting up, I put my back against the wall. She climbs in my lap, facing me, and I put my hand on her nape.

“Kiss me.”

She grabs my face and takes my lips hungrily, urgently, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip. She slips her hands around my neck, and we turn ravenous as I make a meal of her mouth, twisting and fluttering with her tongue, tasting her teeth, the sides of her mouth, the roof. I want to inhale her until we’re one. I trace the outline of her lips, then bite her top lip and suck it into my mouth. We’re dirty and rough, licking and biting at each other. I drag my mouth to her jawline, to her throat, an invader, hungry to own every part of her. I roam to her ear. “Fuck me.”

She leans back, her hands on the floor for balance as she rubs her wetness on me, tracing over my cock. Small motions, soft, then faster. She’s completely exposed to me, mouth parted, desire on her face. My hand goes between us and thrums her clit. I feel a bead of come oozing from me, and I dig my fingers into her legs and lift her and mount her on my crown. Holding her tight, I push in, then out, barely inside her.

“More,” she begs and sinks farther down.

A blaze of fire washes over me, and my heart pounds so hard I’m sure she can hear it as I slide all the way home and grind against her. Our fit is exquisite as I stay where I am, relishing the tightness.

“I want you desperately,” I whisper in her ear.

When I move, it’s with no holds barred. My mouth meshes with hers as my hands clasp her lower back, and we fuck. I thrust inside her, deep and hard, the pleasure vibrating over every inch of my skin. Our breaths are loud, gasping, as I pump in and out. She tightens her muscles around me, and I groan.

“Do that again.”

She rotates her hips and tightens her pussy as I tilt her face up and kiss her. Again and again.

This is what I’ve wanted. That primal part of me that recognizes its prey. Her.

“I want to fuck you every which way I can,” I growl.

She kisses down my neck, then bites me. “How?”

“Against the wall. I’ll stand.”

I slip out of her, my dick swollen and red, aching. We stand up, and I pick her up as her legs lock around my hips. I flip her around to the wall, then push inside her. She groans as I delve deep in her channel, angling my hips to rub against her upper wall. A bead of sweat drips down her face, and my tongue takes it. My head lowers to her neck as I breathe in her scent. Shivers dance down my spine as she tugs my hair, pulling my lips back to hers.

She slips a hand between us, her fingers moving.

“You’re mine,” she breathes into my mouth as she orgasms, and the fact that she says such a possessive thing is so hot it sends me over the cliff. My cock expands inside her, then jerks, my body shuddering as I wring it out, diving into her depths, not wanting it to be over. Juices drip down our legs as electric pulses skate over me. My arms quake, and I ease her to the floor and lie down with her over my chest. My heart pounds erratically as I try to slow my breathing.