Running Game(121)

I slipped my fingers into his hair as he continued to worship my skin, licking a curving trail up towards my chest. My nipples, so recently pleased by his lips, stood just as erect as ever as he took one into his mouth with a satisfying smack of his lips.

“Oh god, Lex,” I murmured with satisfaction as he boldly maintained eye contact with my half-lidded gaze.

I squirmed beneath his touch as he continued to ply my body with pleasure. His tongue deftly stroked my puckered nub, the teeth grazing lightly and tugging at the tiny, pink peak. I held his head close as he pleased me, every last lap of his tongue against my nipple causing a new shudder in my mind…

His palm squeezed against my other breast, the fingers outstretching across the supple flesh. He pinched the other nipple between his digits, rolling it slowly, tugging upward, and I exhaled a surprising little moan.

“You like that, hmm?” He asked confidently, already knowing the answer as he released my peak from his teeth.

“Mm-hmm,” I nodded quietly.

“Not very convincing,” he grinned wickedly, before diving back down to slip his mouth over my breast, sucking in my nipple once again. I felt his tongue gliding across the peak and moaned with delight, my arms squeezing his face down against my flesh even tighter.

He pulled back afterwards, running his fingernails down my sides as his face disappeared between my knees.

“Much better,” I heard him chuckle, before he shouldered my thighs and lunged down towards my sex.

“Lex… fuck…”

His soft, cocky chuckle rolled over my exposed, wet pussy as his tongue married itself into my folds. I valiantly tried to keep my hips down against the sheets, but his deft maneuvers were too tastefully sinful for me to maintain my composure for long.

With my fingers wrapped in his hair, my palms pressing down against his head, I coerced him to burrow down deeper. Lex’s fingertips dug into the flesh of my thighs as he held them braced around his head, pinching into my skin and eliciting only more rapturous moans from my lips.

“You are way too good at this,” I sighed contently between mindless moans.

He only chuckled again, lifting his face just enough to slip his tongue against my aching clit.

I felt my body quiver with delight. The pressure was so good, and he was so great at what he was doing…

Mindlessly, I released my grip on his hair, clutching at my breasts, or the bedding, or whatever I could get my hands on. I alternated, clenching onto anything that would help me writhe in pleasure beneath the expert flicking of his wet, stiffened tongue.

Lex varied the movements and pressures against the bead of my passion, finally slipping away to kiss along the insides of my thighs again. I yearned for more, needed more, but he knew just how much teasing I really needed…

And that’s when he grabbed my legs and effortlessly pulled me down the bed towards him, his eyes wild with lust.

“I need you, Riley,” he murmured huskily as he planted the head of his cock against the lips of my wet, hungry pussy. “I need you so badly…”

“I need you too, Lex,” I nodded with primal, lustful intent. “Please, just fuck me…”

He rolled the crimson head along the lips, exciting my nerve endings but unwilling to push in where I needed him. All the while, he kept his sexy half-smirk across his lips, one eyebrow rising to mock me.

“Dammit, you’re such a tease…” I groaned.

“Only because I know you love it.” He winked, holding his massive scepter still against my sex, daring me with his eyes to argue.

“Oh god, do I…”

Before I could register the movement, he was pushing deep into my chasm now, his huge cock eagerly taking ground deep within me. I was already starting to adjust to his mammoth size from our weeks of sexual encounters, and I was able to take more of him in on the first go…

“Oh fuck, Lex… god, I can’t believe you haven’t already torn me apart…”

“Honestly, I can’t either,” he grinned mischievously, but his own lustful gaze told me that his mind was already starting to melt with feral, animalistic need.

He wouldn’t be coherent for long.

Then again… neither would I.

His hands clenched down onto my shoulders, pinning me beneath him as he slowly rocked his hips against mine. I knew how to relax myself against him now, letting in another inch with each wet, tender thrust, until he was finally hilting himself against my pelvis.

“Like a glove,” I murmured softly.

“Like an oven,” he groaned in correction.

His clear, wanton satisfaction only spurred me on, and I felt my arousal reach new, incredible peaks. I was now meeting his rolling hips with gusto, craving his flesh against mine and his body within my own more and more…