Big Man - Page 56

She cries out faintly, a soft sound that makes my cock throb with lust to hear it. It makes me want to take her again, right here. But not yet. Not until I make her come for me, over and over.

I love the sounds she makes when she comes, the way her pussy tightens, the way her eyes go unfocused and hazy. I love everything about giving her pleasure, and I want to give her as much of that as I can, for as long as I can.

I start to rock back and forth, thrusting my tongue in and out of her pussy, fucking her with my tongue, making it as thick and flat as I can so she feels each push. I’m rewarded with the sight of her belly muscles clenching, the sound of her soft moans. I curl my tongue inside her and drag it down her front inner wall, right across the little nub of her G-spot, and she cries out, still sensitive from earlier. When I clamp my mouth completely over her pussy, my lips touching her clit while I continue to fuck her with my tongue, her knees quiver.

“Fuck, Grant…” But she can’t manage more than that, because I’m already pulling back a little, flicking my tongue up her pussy and across her clit. “I can’t…” Her legs are going even shakier just from my ministrations, so without waiting for her response, I lean back and wrap my hands around her hips. I pull her down beside me easily, then lean her back against the bathtub, pausing to kiss her once, deeply, my tongue in her mouth, so she can taste herself on me.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I promise in a low, certain voice, and I love the way her eyes light up at that, every bit as hungry for me as I am for her.

I slide down the tub, leaving Sasha directly in the warm rush of the shower, lying with her head back on the edge of the tub as I lift her hips to my mouth and start to lick and suck her clit in alternation.

“Right there, fuck, Grant, right…” Sasha reaches for my head again, grips my hair tight and pulls my mouth hard against her pussy. I love that—how hungry she is for me, how much she loves feeling me eat her out.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasps, and that only makes me lick her harder, faster, right over the sensitive spot that I know will set her off.

“Fuck, fuck…” Her words dissolve into faint, wordless cries as she hits her peak. But I don’t stop there. I keep going, lapping at her clit and her lips, alternating between pushing my tongue inside her and swirling it around the hard little nub of her clit until she screams again, her hips bucking.

I lean up and slowly, gently, press my fingertip against her pussy entrance. Work it into her, an inch at a time, all the while watching her face, loving the way she’s flushed with pleasure, her eyes half-closed and glistening with desire.

“Did you like that, naughty girl?” I ask, grinning. I push my finger another inch into her to accentuate the point. Her pussy muscles tighten around me, her mouth parting with want. “You like it when I make you come so hard you scream?” I press my finger the rest of the way into her, twist it gently back and forth so she can feel me in there, stretching her, pulling at her walls. “You like having my finger in your pussy.”

Her eyes lock on mine, though it takes her a moment to catch her breath. “Not… as much… as I like… your cock inside me,” she manages, starting to smile a sly little grin of her own.

I’m already rock hard again by this point, but I smirk at her, because I love making her impatient for me. Even as much as I want to be inside her, fucking her again, I want to draw this out more.

“Being impatient again, City Girl.”

She bucks a little beneath me. In response, I curl my finger and run it along her inner wall, back and forth, right over the spot I know will set her on fire. She gasps, and I laugh softly, enjoying the sight.

“City girls like… things fast,” she replies, trying to shrug.

“Here in the country, you’ll have to get used to a slower pace,” I reply as I add a second finger and slowly press it against her entrance. “We like to enjoy ourselves. Take our time.” I push my second finger into her, and savor her faint gasp, the tightening sensation of her pussy around my thick digits. “We know how to enjoy ourselves.”

“I’ll say,” she breathes. I lean down to kiss her chest, up to her neck, my fingers still buried in her pussy. When I reach her mouth, she grabs me instead and kisses me hard, her tongue slipping between my lips into my mouth, tangling with mine.

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