Hard Bastard(175)

“Yes, please,” I groaned.

“You want me to eat this pussy until you come.”

“I do. I need it.”

“I know you do. You need me to get you off.”

“Please make me come.”

“I love when you fucking beg, Alex.”

He let my hair go and returned to licking and sucking, working my pussy, but this time wilder. He wasn’t holding back anymore, and I knew it. I pressed his face hard against my clit as I worked my hips, his tongue and fingers fucking me.

I was completely lost in it. I was completely overwhelmed by his strong hands and jaw and eyes and teeth and tongue, his everything as he worked me. Even more, in this moment, I knew I was his. I would do anything for him because I needed it. He could lift me up and throw me across the room if he wanted, or he could stop and leave me begging for more. I was totally under his control, and that was what made me so fucking excited.

“You want to come for me, don’t you?” he asked, his fingers stroking in and out of my pussy.

I grabbed my tits, arching my back. “Yes, fuck, please.”

“You want to come on my mouth?”

“Oh god yes.”

His fingers moved agonizingly slowly in and out, and I wanted to scream for him.

“I want to hear you ask.”

“Please make me come,” I moaned.

Without another word he returned to my pussy, his tongue and fingers working in rhythm with my hips.

I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too. We moved together, his tongue rolling laps along my clit, my hands woven through his hair, pressing his mouth harder against my pussy, and I felt it.

Right there, the orgasm began to build, a single spot deep in my pussy that began to totally overtake me.

“Oh fuck, Cole,” I moaned. He worked furiously, his strong hands controlling my hips as I moved and writhed, gripping his hair. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

I felt it then burst through me. My back arched, my muscles tensed, and I let out a loud moan as I began to shake slightly. The orgasm swept through me, pure and powerful and incredible, taking away anything that wasn’t joy and more joy.

And then I began to slowly come down. He sensed that and slowed his face and fingers to match me. Finally, I released his hair, laying back.

He stopped and grinned at me. “I love that fucking noise,” he said.

“What noise?”

“When you come.” He leaned back and sat down at the other end of the couch, his eyes never leaving me. I watched as he pulled his shorts off, revealing his thick, hard cock.

I stared at it and he stared back, holding the base.

“Look how fucking hard you get me,” he said.

“I’m so sorry,” I replied, smiling. “Must be tough.”

“Come here.”

I moved forward and got on top of him, my hand wrapping around his tip and slowly rolling down along his shaft. He grunted as I kissed him, slowly working his length. I had no clue how he fit into those small shorts he wore to fight in, because his cock was thick and heavy, dwarfing my hand.

I leaned back and pulled the top of my dress down, revealing my breasts. I smiled as he hungrily grabbed them, gently working my nipples as I continued working his cock.

“Your fucking body is perfect,” he said.

“Do you like this?” I asked.

“Wrap those lips around my cock,” he said, “and I’ll love it.”

I smiled and blushed but did what he said. I moved back, my ass up in the air, as I licked the length of him, root to tip. I tasted salt and musk and loved it as his pre-cum slipped into my mouth. I sucked him hard, rolling my tongue around his tip, taking his salty taste and skin and needing it.

“Fuck, Alexa,” he grunted. “You suck cock like you were born to do it.”

I continued to work him, my mouth taking as much of him as I could. I loved the way he grunted his pleasure, groaned and moaned. I wanted to make him feel even half as good as he made me feel, wanted him to feel the pleasure he gave me. I sucked him as hard as I could, working his cock.

I pulled him out of my mouth, taking a handful of saliva and jerking him off. I smiled at him, looking him in the eye as I jerked him.

“Do you like to watch me suck your cock?” I asked, blushing.

“I like it when you talk dirty,” he answered, grabbing my hair.

I gasped as he kissed me. “What else do you like?” I asked.

He moved my head back down toward his cock, and I opened my mouth as he pressed his tip between my lips.

“I like when you take that dick,” he said. “I like when you let me fuck your perfect lips.”

He thrusted up and into my mouth, slowly moving in and out. I let him fuck my mouth because I knew he loved it, knew it drove him wild. I wanted to suck every inch of his cock and take every bit of cum he had.