SEXT

I want him so bad. I want him to lick me, suck me, taste me, and then I want him to fuck me.

“Definitely… no complaints… here,” I manage, though to be honest, keeping control of my vocal chords is getting difficult as his tongue inches closer to my lips.

He presses one hand to my pussy, spreads my lips with hot fingers, his skin calloused and just rough enough that it adds an extra sensation when he runs on finger slowly from the front of my slit all the way to the back, leaving a trail of my juices all along my pussy.

“I love how wet you are for me, Clove.”

“I want you,” I gasp.

“I know.” He grins. “You are such a sexy, gorgeous little naughty girl, aren’t you?”

“Mm, yes…”

He slides his finger back up my slit, circles it around my pussy entrance. “Are you my little slut, Clove?”

“Yes, yes.” My voice goes louder, sharper, as he pushes that finger against my entrance, not quite inside me yet. “Fuck yes.”

“That’s a good slut. Beg for me. Beg me to lick you. Taste you.”

“Please, lick my pussy.”

He licks across my mound, his tongue pressing down hard enough that I can feel it all the way to my swollen clit, even though he doesn’t touch it, not yet. “Do you want me to put my finger inside you?”

“Yes, please, god, Zayne…”

He pushes his finger into me an inch at a time. I tense as he enters, his digit already slick with my juices, but he just keeps pushing, deeper into my pussy, until he’s all the way inside. He feels thick and delicious pressed there, and even more so when he bends his finger a little to curl it inside me, the tip of his finger pressing against my front wall. He draws it out slowly, watching me as he does, savoring my reaction as he pulls his finger out of my pussy again. When he hits my G-spot, my hips buck of their own accord, and I gasp, clenching my fists again.

He smirks, then, all at once, thrusts his finger back into me and leans down to lick across my clit.

The gasp turns into a cry, turns into almost a scream as he keeps licking back and forth across my clit, hard enough to make my sensitive nerves leap straight to pleasure so intense it’s almost painful. Then he leans back and goes back to only fingering me, slowly, building up the pressure one thrust at a time.

“Fuck,” I manage through gritted teeth.

He’s still watching me, those blue eyes of his darker now, filled with lust. It’s even hotter when he looks at me, when he savors my reactions as he makes me feel whatever he wants me to feel. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs. Then he draws his finger out of me, spreads it against my thigh instead, and replaces it with his tongue.

His tongue is white-hot, a curl of muscle against my inner walls. He explores me inch by inch, swirling his tongue inside my pussy, then licking along my slit before he flattens his tongue and laps at my clit in slow, flat strokes.

This time it’s less intense, more of a slow build. But it still doesn’t take long before I’m arching up against him, my hands buried in his hair, my throat raw from crying out each time he strokes along me.

Just when I’m at the peak, I tighten my hands into fists. “Fuck, Zayne, I’m going to come,” I groan.

He stops, and I lift my head to stare down at him with a frustrated gasp of protest. “Don’t come until I tell you to,” he says, eyes fixed on mine.

I swallow hard. Nod.

Then he licks me again, and resisting the urge to go over the edge is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I have to clench my fists, dig my nails into my palms, focus on that instead of the pleasure rocketing through me.

“I can’t… I have to come…”

He stops licking me again, starts to finger me instead. “You can control it.”

“Not… with you… doing that,” I point out, especially when he drags that finger along my front wall again, right over my G-spot. I feel like I’m going to burst, like the pressure will make me explode.

“Do you want to come for me?”

“Please, please yes.”

He keeps fingering me without responding for a moment, watching me as though he’s debating. Deciding.

“Please let your slut come for you,” I whisper, eyes locked on his.

He grins. “You are a good slut…” He slides his finger out of me. “You can come for me now, slut.” Then he licks me once more, hard and fast, and that’s the last thing I can process before I let the orgasm hit me.

I can vaguely hear myself screaming his name. The rest is just a flood of pure pleasure, more intense than I’ve ever felt before. My nerve endings are on fire, and my pussy clenches, my body shaking of its own accord as I fall over the edge.