It thrilled me and urged me on, his dirty curses above my head turning me on so much I could feel my sex start to throb. I loved that I could bring him this much pleasure as he had done to me countless times and at the sight of strained veins along his temple, I grabbed hold of his thighs and encouraged his rapid thrusts into my mouth. With my tongue and lips, I worshipped and savored his cock, my head bobbing to the sensual rhythm of his hips as he fucked my mouth. My head was now held in place by his hands as he chased his climax.
When he exploded into my mouth, I was taken aback with the force of his spurt, the release so thick and strong it filled my mouth and flowed down my throat.
“Don’t swallow,” he growled. “Open your mouth and show me.”
I opened my mouth and showed how he had filled it. His hand replaced mine as he finished himself off, releasing more sprays of his orgasm unto my face and hair. He was barely conscious of what he was doing, his entire frame bent with his toes clenched at the sweet agony of his release.
His breathing was hard and how I loved what I could do to him. He looked so beautiful to me in that moment as I licked my lips clean, relishing the taste of him. He rubbed his seed into my skin. I knew what he was doing. He was marking me as his. His scent made me heady and I wasn’t ready to move away just yet. He was still magnificently hard so I reached forward and licked him clean, hot wet kisses lapping every bit of him up, till he was glistening with wetness from my mouth.
His eyes opened then, sparkling and full of wonder as he pulled me to my feet and dropped me into his lap. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he said. “I got so carried away.”
“I love it that you got so carried away. You’re always so controlled.”
“What are you talking about? I’m never controlled around you. I’m like a keg of dynamite. One little spark from you and I’m off.”
“No way. You’re always telling me you need me just for sex.”
“Can you blame a man for saying that to you?”
I grinned. “Did I do good today?”
“You were awesome, but the magic was not in your technique,” he said.
I stopped to pull up his head so I could meet his gaze. “What do you mean?”
“I fucking exploded in your mouth,” he said. “Doesn’t that hold all the answers?”
“No, it doesn’t. I’m dense. Explain it to me.”
He nibbled on the tip of my nose. “You drive me fucking crazy, Freya,” he murmured. “I don’t know what it is about you, or why. Your technique wasn’t new, but I’ve never come that hard in anyone's mouth.”
“Do you masturbate thinking of me?” I asked.
“Yeah, do you?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
He pushed my legs apart and looked down at my wet sex. “Do it now.”
I began to circle my clit. Then I gave him what he wanted. He wanted to see me fucking myself. I plunged my fingers into myself. With a groan, he pushed my fingers away. His mouth landed on my pussy and my back arched off the bed.
“Fuck,” I breathed, as my knees knocked together, trapping him between my legs. His warm wet tongue dug into my cunt.
I almost pulled off his hair as he threw my legs over his shoulders so my ass was lifted clean off the bed to give him as much access as he needed. Soon, his fingers were thrusting in and out of me with his mouth licking and sucking on the engrossed bud of my sex.
I writhed on the bed as though possessed as my controllable cries of pleasure were torn from my lips as he devoured me relentlessly.
“Brent,” I gasped as my climax started.
“I never knew you had such a dirty mouth,” he said to me, as he gently licked my pussy.
“I never knew I had such a dirty mouth,” I whispered, drained of energy. Until I met him, I would never have thought I would say, ‘fuck my pussy, Brent’ or any of the other equally filthy things I cried out in the throes of my climax.
I felt his rock-hard dick slide into me. At first, he was careful at how tight I was, but as soon as my body adjusted to having his massive girth inside it, he held onto my waist and rammed all the way into me.
As he buried his face in my breasts, suckling and fondling the heavy mounds, my hips bucked with delicious pleasure as I savored his complete possession of my body.
My mind was long gone. All I could do was feel, my fingers clenching the sheet underneath me, my bones moving like rubber as I met every thrust of his, and his cock slamming deeper and deeper into me.
He fucked me so viciously, that at a point I believed my spine would be permanently set in the arched position that my frame had twisted in. My back was no longer touching the bed and his strength and virility was more than I could bear.
“Just like that ... Just like that,” he muttered, as I pushed my hips towards his thrusts.
“Oh, God.”
All I could hear was his voice … from a distance as he completely overwhelmed me with burning red lust.
“Open your eyes,” I heard him rasp out but it was damn near impossible.
“Open them,” he growled.
My eyelids opened to gaze into his golden eyes.
The bed rocked with the force of his thrusts, and the wet sound of our flesh slapping echoed around the cabin. As he chased his climax his thrusts grew harder and faster, and I thought I wouldn’t be able to contain them.