Painkiller

He pressed his bare cock against her slick folds, and they both groaned.

This time he took her mouth brutally, their lips pressing so hard together he didn’t doubt circulation was cut off. Rebel rotated his hips against her, rubbing himself along her exposed pussy, and feeling her lips part for him, her center soft and hot, wet and his.

She writhed under him, held onto his biceps with an unyielding force, and curled her nails into his flesh.

There was pain from the act, and he fucking loved that. As much as he just wanted to shove his dick into her sweet body, he had to taste her first.

Pulling back so he could look down at her, all Rebel could think was that she was all his. He leaned down and ran his tongue along her lips, moaning at how good she tasted.

“I’m going to eat you out until you come all over my mouth, baby.”

A moan left her, and before she could suck in another lungful of air he was moving down her body until his face was at the junction between her thighs.

He ran his tongue first along her left inner thigh, and then moved to her right, slowly getting closer to her exposed pussy. She smelled good, clean and sweet, but with a hint of intimate musk.

She had her hands in his hair, and tugged at the strands, trying to push him lower. He grinned, knowing his girl wanted to feel good, wanted to get off. “Please, Rebel.”

“Christ, baby, you have no idea what it does to me to hear you beg.” He latched his mouth right over her pussy and sucked on her like he was starving.

Her pussy lips were puffy from her arousal and his suckling, and a gush of wetness came from her. He licked it up, lapped at her until she was pressing her pussy harder against his mouth.

Leaning back to look at her again, he reached between his legs and rubbed his cock, jerking himself off at the sight of her. Her pussy lips were slightly parted, and he saw the pink center of her cunt.

The swell of her ass was generous and had his hands itching to grip the cheeks and squeeze the fuck out of them.

She had a trimmed thatch of dark hair at the top of her mound, but her labia were bare, and he fucking groaned at how hot that was.

A guttural sound left him, and he let go of himself to leaned forward and eat her out more, harder, until she came for him.

The musky, sweet smell and flavor of her exploded on his tongue, filled his nose, and he licked, sucked, and bit at her flesh harder.

“Come on, baby. Get off for me, let me taste your juices.”

The sounds she made were driving him insane. He fucked her pussy with his tongue, slid it in and out continuously until he knew she’d be coming soon.

Flattening his tongue once more and slowly dragging it up her slit, Rebel sucked her clit in his mouth and hummed. She cried out softly, so he did the act again.

Taking a finger, he started teasing her pussy hole while he continued to suck on her clit. Her pussy gripped those digits in rhythmic pulls, and the soft sounds she made told him she was close.

“God, yes, Rebel.”

And then he knew she was coming.

Tugging at his hair forcefully, Rebel grunted but didn’t stop his ministrations. He was so fucking turned on that he started pressing his cock into the couch, thrusting against the cushion to try to ease his own raging desire.

When he felt her relax he moved away from her pussy. Her pussy juices covered his mouth and part of his chin, and that just turned him on more.

“I don’t think I can last much longer, baby.”

She shook her head. “Let’s go to a bed.”

Good fucking idea.

Rosie’s eyes were wide, and her cheeks were red from her orgasm. Rebel was the one to make her look like that, and damn was it a good look on her. He had her in his arms seconds later, and the little giggle she made had him smiling.

Her face was in the crook of his neck, and the small, heated puffs of her breath moved along his flesh.

Rebel went into her room this time, shut the door with his foot, and set her on the ground. He took a step toward her and she took one back, smiling.

Tease.

He kept moving toward her, loving every glorious inch of her body, of her curves, and when the bed stopped her retreat he reached out and gently pushed her back on the bed.

If she wanted dirty from him, Rebel would give her fucking filthy.

“Spread your legs as wide as you can get them, baby.” Her chest rose and fell quickly, but she did what he said without any hesitation. When she was in the position he wanted a deep noise left him.