“Come,” she orders, offering me her hand. I take it and she pulls me off of the couch. “I want a proper bed this time,” she grins, and I just pull her into me and pick her up. Carrying her in my arms, I walk across the living room and go straight for my bedroom, nudging the door open with the tip of my foot.
I throw her on top of the bed, the mattress shifting under her weight, and I kick off my shoes before following after her. My knees are on the edge of the bed, and she comes closer to me and, placing both her hands on my shoulders, pushes my shirt down my arms. She lunges at me like a feral cat, her mouth going straight for one of my nipples, and she nibbles at it so hard that I wince.
“Fuck,” I hiss as the pain travels up from my nipple and hits my brain like a sledgehammer. She isn’t in control; she’s out of control. And fuck, that sounds even better.
Her hands go to my waist and she grabs my belt furiously. She unbuckles it and then pulls it out from its loops. She then takes it and throws it around my neck, pulling me into her and laying down at the same time. I press my body on top of hers, kissing her, and she finally lets go of the belt.
Pulling back from our kiss, she brushes her mouth down my chin, her lips making the hike toward my abs. There, she licks each one of them with careful deliberate flicks of her tongue, and then goes down to my waistline. She grabs my pants with these furious movements of hers, and pushes the fabric apart; the top button snaps and the zipper goes down by itself, my cock pushing so hard against my boxer briefs I can barely breath.
“I hate your stupid clothing,” she grows as she grabs at my pants, pushing them down my legs. “I want you naked all the time,” she continues, throwing the pants to the floor. Arching her back, she positions her breasts over the shape of my hard cock and lowers her body, my shaft right between her tits.
“You’re crazy,” I breathe out, but I say it with a grin on my lips. Yeah, she’s fucking crazy, but she’s the kind of crazy that always leaves you begging for more and more.
“I know,” she moans as she grabs her tits and presses them together, squeezing my shaft between them. It pulses against her chest, and she begins stroking me using only her tits, moving her body up and down. Then, no warning at all, she pulls slightly back, but that's just to dive into me, turning her head sideways and fitting her open mouth over my thickness. She sucks me over my boxer briefs, and I just can’t take it any fucking more; I reach for my boxers, ready to push them down, but she anticipates herself. She curls her fingers around the hem, and then tugs them down my legs with one flowing but violent motion. My cock springs free, pre-cum glistening on its tip, and then she’s back with their tits, squeezing me between them.
I groan, lust and desire flooding my brain and squashing every single thought inside my head. Fuck meditation, this is way better. Stroking me again, she only stops doing it when I grab her by the hair and push her back. She growls, struggling against my hold, and then breaks free from it; she goes for my cock again, but this time she goes with her hand. Grabbing it, she strokes me so fucking fast that I almost cum. I have to grit my teeth and will back my cum to wherever it comes from. She knows I’m on the verge, but she doesn’t let that stop her; fuck, I doubt she would stop even if I came all over her face.
With her free hand, she starts caressing my balls, rolling them over her fingers as she keeps on stroking me, her fingers tracing the whole length of my cock. Then, glancing at me with that deviousness of hers, she takes her full lips to my cock. When I think she’s going to take my twelve inches all at once inside her mouth, she stops right before her lips touch my cock; she looks into my eyes, teasing me, and holds her position. If I wasn’t spacing the fuck out, I’d just grab her head and force her down, but in the state I am now, all I can do is look at her completely powerless. Powerless, holy fuck, I can’t believe I’m using this word. When was the last time I have ever felt powerless? Probably when I was in my mother’s womb. I’m the kind of guy that knows what it’s like to live having power over everything around me. That's until I met Destiny, of course.
Slowly—so slowly it even hurts—she parts her lips using her tongue, and then reaches for my cock. She just brushes the wet tip of her tongue against my tip, but that’s enough to make me groan again. Fuck, if she keeps going like this soon enough I’ll be moaning like a woman.
“You’re fucking killing me, Destiny,” I blurt out, unconsciously lifting my hips up from the mattress while I try to push my cock inside her mouth. Of course, she doesn’t allow me that; she pushes me back down, and keeps circling my cock with these maddening movements of her tongue. Then, when I think she’s going to slowly lower herself over my shaft, she surprises me again; she opens her mouth as wide as she can and simply lets her head fall down.