Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(17)

He turned his head to lick just to the side of my pussy, the crease where my leg ended, and the edge of his stubble tickled maddeningly close to where I needed him to be as the traces of his past kisses cooled in the air. Then he paused and I felt his hot breath against my virgin entrance.

I lifted my head, looking down with unveiled desperation at those broad shoulders, and the muscular inked arms wrapped around my thighs. Never in a million years, let alone the nineteen I’d been on this Earth, did I ever think I’d see a sight like that.

His head dipped and I felt his tongue delve between my folds, licking deep, licking long, from the bottom to the top of my pussy, finishing with a little flick on my clit that made me squeal and throw my head back against the mattress again.

“Mmmmm, fuck,” he breathed, and I felt that warm puff of air again.

I looked down with eyes that wanted to force themselves shut, but I couldn’t see his head under my wedding dress. Austin’s arms curled around even tighter, muscles bulging until they looked about as thick as my thighs, locking me in place with unbreakable power as his tongue found my slit again.

With that rough border of stubble focusing what felt like all the pleasure in the universe on my sex, Austin licked deep, touching me in places no man ever had, until his tongue brushed against my hymen. His biceps flexed at that, and he kissed my pussy with a wet smack before nibbling my outer labia with his lips, exploring me with such close appreciation that he would soon know me better than I knew myself. Maybe he already did.

My body responded to his attention the way it had since the first moment we met, and it was only Austin’s eager tongue that saved my wedding dress from getting even more soaked. My fake husband lapped at my sweet nectar as if he’d crossed a desert to go down on me, sounding like I was the most delicious meal he’d ever had.

I reached down beyond the bunched-up material of my wedding dress and ran my hands through his hair. My hips began to gyrate lightly against his face as each motion of his tongue and lips sent a pleasurable pulse of energy coursing from my clit to my belly, where it gathered in a humming ball of growing ecstasy.

Austin moved his hands until they were gripping my legs under the knees, and pushed them out and up until I was spread as far as I could go and my ass even rose off the bed a little. Just when I thought he couldn’t have me in a more vulnerable position, he found one.

In the back of my mind, the self that I’d grown up with was trying to remind me that I should feel ashamed to be like this. No wanton slut ever posed more crudely than this, but everything he did felt so damn good, that I had no brain power left to pay attention to everything that had hamstrung me my entire life.

“Holy ssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh….”

When Austin started licking me again, he turned all his attention to my clit, latching on with his lips and flicking furiously from side to side. My eyes rolled back in my head and I grasped at the covers on the bed so tightly I thought they might rip.

Every muscle in my body was thrumming with anticipation, shaking with the promise of the release of that ball of energy in my belly. There was no escape from Austin’s relentless assault on my clit, not in this position, not with his apparent determination to give me a lifetime of pleasure in a few minutes.

When I’d climaxed purely due to the feel of his cock through his pants, it was insane, but whatever was building inside of me now was going to turn my brain into mush. After a few more minutes, I started hearing a low humming in my ears, drowning out the occasional quiet slurp or murmur of appreciation from Austin, and the room seemed to get dim before my eyes.

A vision of a mushroom cloud flashed through my mind. This was it, the first murder by orgasm. So close… so… close…

Austin pulled back and stood up at the foot of the bed. Looking down at his handiwork with satisfaction.

I was right on the edge, driven halfway psycho with the need to cum, and he’d stopped. Why? Why?

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” I almost screamed.

“I told you this day would come, Skylar. The next time you cum, I’m going to have my cock buried in you-”

“Yes, anything!” I interrupted.

“But first… fucking beg for it.”

Austin pushed his pants and underwear down, revealing a huge cock that looked harder than diamond jutting out from his body. Caught between my desperation, the surprise of his demand and my first sight of his rigid girth, I couldn’t begin to think what the right words might be.

“I… I don’t… please…”

After extracting his feet from the clothes around his ankles, he reached down and pulled me to a sitting position. His manhood was right in front of my face, towering above it, twitching with each beat of his heart.