“Lovely, yeah…” I say with a soft chuckle, running my fingers through his hair and disheveling it. “But I want more than lovely,” I continue, yanking on his hair and thrusting upward at the same time. Obliging, he opens his mouth wide and rests it against my pussy, the pressure of his lips making bright colors explode behind my shut eyelids.
“That’s … that’s, oh fuck, so good,” I moan as Austin starts jabbing at my pussy with his tongue, sliding it in and out between my inner lips. Resting his forearm over my belly, he lets his hand fall down and reaches for my clit with two fingers. Pressing down on it, he starts rubbing it with the same rhythm with which he’s licking me.
I run my fingers back and forth through his hair, swaying my hips from side to side and rubbing my wetness against his face. I can’t even say that Austin is eating me out; no, what he’s doing goes beyond that. He’s devouring me, ravaging my pussy with a hunger no normal man would be able to compete with. And, God, it’s so good … it goes beyond anything I've ever expected. And if he knows how to use the rest of his body as well as he can use his tongue and fingers… Oh, let’s not even go there. I don’t want to be thinking of that right now, or else I might just come.
Working on my pussy like a true master, he slips his fingers off my clit and replaces them with his lips. He sucks on me while pressing down with his tongue, and then he opens his mouth wide once more, sucking both my folds into his mouth as if they’re the most delicious things in the whole universe.
Moaning hard, I arch my back even further, so much that my spine feels like it’ll snap anytime now. Yanking on his hair hard, I buck my hips against him and let pleasure erupt inside of me; it explodes in my pussy, but then spreads outward until it reaches my mind, where flames of ecstasy incinerate every sane thought floating inside my skull.
Instead of stopping as I come, Austin starts licking me even more fiercely, devouring my pussy as if he needed to do it in order to survive. His tongue runs up and down the length of my inner lips while his fingers are back on my clit, stroking and rubbing wildly.
Guiding his free hand between my thighs, he opens up some space with his mouth and then runs two fingers up and down the length of my pussy. I let out a moan as I anticipate what’s to come and, the moment I buck my hips up once more, he doesn’t hesitate: he slides his two fingers inside me in a fraction of a second, driving them straight to my G-spot.
“Oh God, oh God,” I moan, repeating my words as one orgasm dies down inside of me, just to be replaced by the rumblings of another one. My moan dies in my throat as I grit my teeth and collapse on the leather seat, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing against both my mind and body. I don’t even know what to say or what to feel right now; I’ve never had so many orgasms in a row... even when it’s just my hand and I.
Allowing my hands to fall from Austin’s head, I curl my fingers and drag my fingernails across his shoulder blades, digging them deep into his flesh over the fabric of his shirt. Pulling at his shirt, I un-tuck it and then take my hands to his chest; moving with a kind of brutish exhilaration, I grab at the fabric and pull from side to side, all the buttons popping out and scattering around the seat and the floor. Sighing heavily, I spread my hands over his naked chest and run the palm of my hands down from his pectorals to his abs, feeling the ridges of muscle on his body. Sweet mercy, how is it possible for a man to be this ripped? Has he turned the Oval Office into a gym?#p#分页标题#e#
“I want… your… cock…” I breath out, adrenaline rushing into my bloodstream. Pulling him back, I force him to lie down on the leather seat and then I sit up, my trembling hands going for his belt. Unbuckling it with an anxious but flowing movement, I then pull his zipper down and flatten the palm of my hand against the shape tenting his boxer briefs.
“Then take it,” Austin whispers, looking at me with his devil eyes. His cock throbs against my fingers as he says it, and I find myself hooking my fingers on the hem of his boxer briefs and pulling them down, sending both boxers and pants down to his knees.
“Oh, God,” I mutter under my breath as his cock springs free, a rod of pure pleasure standing up to salute me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cock this big; it has to be at least twelve inches long. It’s so big I don’t even know if it’s going to fit inside my mouth, but one thing’s certain: I’m going to try.
Curling my fingers around his shaft, I purse my lips in anticipation, my skin prickling as I feel his warm thickness against the palm of my hand. Flicking my wrist slowly, I start moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft, stroking him at a gentle but growing pace.