He shut her up with his mouth. She felt him get harder through the slit of her pussy. During his kiss, Lash started to move against her. With each thrust of his hips Lash bumped her clit, making her cry out.
When her mouth opened, Lash slammed his tongue deep inside.
There was nothing for her to do other than stroke him with her own. They made love on top of his dining room table without him once entering her. Angel got closer to orgasm with each caress of her clit.
His dick was thick and large. She didn’t know if he’d be able to fit inside her and was pleased they weren’t going to try tonight. He started to pant, and his tongue thrust into her, harder and faster than ever before.
“Come for me, Angel. I want to feel you come again.”
She gave him what he wanted. There was no stopping the way she felt. The pent up of emotion was too much. She reached climax within a matter of moments. Seconds later Lash thrust against her one final time, and then she felt the spurts of his seed as they landed on her stomach.
He let out a male growl and shuddered.
Angel stared up at him, unsure what to do. He looked in pain. She touched him arm trying to gain his attention. His eyes opened, and she was caught in their intense blue stare.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“I should be asking you that question.”
She frowned at him.
“You’ve never had a guy spunk on you, baby. This is a lot of firsts with you. How are you handling it?” he asked.
First, she hated the word spunk. It was crass and one of the worst things she’d ever heard. Many of the guys at the club shouted it or spoke about it. Other than that, she’d loved everything he’d done to her body. Licking her lips, she stared up at him wishing there was something she could say. Complaining about his use of the word spunk was petty. She wouldn’t bring it up. Lash was harder and rougher by choice. She needed to accept that about him.
“I’m handling everything fine.” She nodded her head. Her insides were all tied in knots. She didn’t know how to handle what was happening. Twenty-four hours ago she hadn’t been touched by anyone, and now she was being wet humped on a dining room table. Angel couldn’t think what to call it. She knew it wasn’t dry humping and feeling how wet she was, it was the only way she could describe it. They’d wet humped on the table, and now her stomach was covered with his semen.
Totally strange turn of events considering she didn’t think Lash knew she existed. She’d been wrong.
****
Only with great restraint did Lash pull away from her body. How he managed to hump her pussy without fucking it was beyond him. Staring down at her stomach he saw the droplets of his seed coating her skin. A primal part of him wanted to rub the sticky seed into her skin. He wanted to mark her body and skin so every man knew who she belonged to.
He moved away long enough to grab a towel. When she made to move off the table, Lash stopped her with a hand to her stomach.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to admire my pussy.” Lash reached down, grabbing his cigarettes and a lighter. Grabbing the seat he’d pushed to the floor, he righted it and took a seat.
She was shaking as he turned to fully look at her body. He lit up a cigarette, inhaled the nicotine before breathing it out. Lash knew he needed to quit. There was no way he’d make Angel kiss him with smoker’s breath. He needed the smoke after the restraint he’d just shown.
“Smoking will kill you, you know?” she said.
Lash laughed. “I know, baby. After the orgasm you’ve just given me, I need a little reprieve.”
He heard her giggle, and the sound was delightful to him.
“How old are you?” she asked, catching him by surprise.
“What?”
“I don’t even know how old you are. Is that bad?”
Taking another deep draw on his cigarette Lash returned his gaze to her creamy pussy. Her clit was still swollen, and her lips were soaking wet from her cream. He’d wiped most of the semen away, but he wished it covered her pussy.
He looked forward to her getting a wax down there. Lash would be able to lick, suck, and nibble on her lips, clit and pussy all day long.
“It’s bad for anyone else. You don’t know a lot about me. I’m twenty-nine, baby.” He flicked ash in the ash tray and continued to stare at her cunt.
His cock thickened from the sight alone.
With his free hand, he started to pump the flesh.
“Do you know how old I am?” Angel asked. Her voice was small.
He chanced a glance in her direction to see her staring up at the ceiling.
“I know how old you are.” He waited a few minutes to see if she’d ask. “You’re nineteen years old, and your favourite colour is blue.”