Mr. President 1(143)

“That’s right,” he grins, slightly easing the pressure of his fingers on my hair. I let my head go forward by instinct, and he just grabs me harshly again. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“I… I can’t. I want it so much,” I tell him, licking my lips as I imagine my tongue running down his shaft. God, I want to taste him so damn much.

“Then you’ll have t o wait. Because I want to taste you first.” He pushes me back on top of the mattress then, not saying one more word. His fingers on the hem of my skirt, he pushes it down my legs furiously, flinging it to some faraway corner of the room. He leans into me then, his hungry lips laying hurried kisses down my neck and into my breasts. Kissing the curve of my right breast, he sucks my nipple inside his mouth, twirling his tongue around it as he squeezes my other breast. He doesn’t linger there, though: in a few seconds he’s kissing down my stomach and over my navel, only stopping his descent when his lips find my wet folds.

My hands dart to his head, and this time I’m the one yanking on his hair. As I hold his head, I thrust upward, pressing my pussy against his mouth. He obliges to my desires willingly: opening his mouth as wide as possible, he sucks on my labia, running his tongue all over the length of my pussy. Up and down he goes, the pendulum motion of his tongue forcing me to close my eyes as my heart pounds against my eardrums. I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my drenched pussy all over his face as he keeps licking me.

I gasp as he flicks his tongue against my clitoris, brushing two of his fingers over my labia. In the blink of an eye, he slides them inside me, curling them upwards until they meet my G-spot once again. He knows every secret little spot—in and out of my body—and he isn’t afraid to go after them.

My hands run through his hair as he devours me, his tongue lapping at my clitoris so intensely my muscles start to burn, the hellfire of pleasure waking up inside of me. The flames of ecstasy rage harder as he places his hands on the back of my knees and forces my legs up, angling them so that he can ravage my pussy completely, it doesn’t take long for my muscles to start twitching menacingly. I’m going to come again, and it’s going to happen soon.

My fingers are like thorns on his hair but he doesn’t complain: he just sucks as hard as possible, keeping his fingers pressed tightly against my G-spot. I grit my teeth and breath out through them, my muscles tensing up and down in a fraction of a second. I close my eyes and moan, thrusting as hard as I can against his mouth while a violent orgasm rages through me, endorphins overloading my nerve endings.

“I want you… in my mouth,” I manage to say, looking down at Arsen. He’s still between my thighs, holding my legs up. “I want you in my mouth,” I repeat as he lowers my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, he pulls back from my pussy, my juices dripping down his chin.#p#分页标题#e#

“How bad do you want it? How bad do you want my cock inside that little mouth of yours, Ash?” He’s getting up now, climbing up on top of me. With each of his knees by my side, he kneels over me, grabbing his cock and pointing it toward my mouth; it’s just a few inches away so I crane my neck, trying to reach for it.

“Bad. I want it bad,” I mutter. Taking pity on me, he brushes his glans against my lips, moving it from side to side as I open my mouth slightly. Patiently, he allows his shaft to slide inside of me, the salty taste of his precum flooding me. With his hands on my hair once again, he guides the movements of my head, making me go back and forth over his throbbing member. I keep doing it until the muscles in my neck start to hurt, and then he takes the lead: keeping my head in place he starts to thrust, his shaft going in and out of me at a breakneck speed. I moan as he fucks my mouth, the sound of it travelling up my throat and vibrating through his cock.

Then, no warning at all, he stops and pulls his cock out of my mouth. Without a word, he rolls to the side and lays his back on the mattress.

“Let’s make this more interesting,” he says, that contagious grin of his making my pulse quicken. He doesn’t even need to explain, I just know what he wants me to do. Moving fast, I sit up and turn around, my ass to him; I open my legs and move toward him, placing my knees on the side of his head. I ease myself down, his mouth once more on my pussy as I lean forward, grabbing his cock by the root. Pointing his shaft upward, I open my mouth and let it roll over my lips.

My hips are being guided by unconscious desire, the strings of sinful pleasure working me like a puppet. I rub my pussy against his mouth as I suck on him, and we pleasure each other like that for God knows how long, the notion of time just an abstract concept now. Seconds stretch into minutes, and minutes seem like a whole eternity - all that matters right now is the way he’s pushing his tongue past my labia, and the way his thickness pulses against my tongue. I could say that there’s nothing better than having in my mouth, but I just can’t ignore the fact that it feels much better when it’s buried deep inside my pussy.