The Truth About Numbnuts and Chubbs(18)

Pulling her hand closer, he licked her wet fingers, then drew them into his mouth and sucked. His pulse thumped hard through his body and his balls felt heavy, ready to explode again. Her musk filled the air, invaded his senses. Kneeling up on the bed he turned his attention to her tits, forcing his hands under the bra cups and pushing her nipples up until they sat perkily on the frilled edge of lace. Little offerings, like dainty, sugary decorations on iced cupcakes. His fingers slid back down over her stomach and he felt her harsh, unsteady breaths. Yes, indeed, she was highly aroused. He pulled her panties up higher so that the cotton crotch wedged into her damp slit and the lace into the crack of her bottom. He knew that would rub on her most sensitive spot as she walked, cause more pressure to build. With one finger he stroked her cleft through the bunched material and felt how sopping wet it was. "Now walk around the bed again."

"Why?"

"If you don't," he looked up into her eyes, "I'll tell Helena exactly where you spent the night. That you've been a bad girl."

"You wouldn't dare."

He smirked slowly. "Wouldn't I?"

"She'd never believe you."

"Do you want to take that chance?"

Finally she obeyed, walking faster this time, enjoying the sensation evidently, of the panties riding up her crotch and him watching. She pretended to do it because he bribed her, but she wouldn't do it if she didn't want to; he knew that too well. He'd just given her a reason to justify it to herself.

He sat back on his haunches. "I can see your pussy lips. They look swollen Mulligan and very, very pink." There was also a shiny wetness on her inner thigh.

She turned in her high heels and walked toward him. Between gritted teeth, she muttered, "I'm taking these off now."

"Not until I say so."

"Right." She rolled her eyes.

"Is your cunt aching for me?"

"No."

"Goddam liar. I can see it throbbing from here. Look at me. Look at my dick." He showed her the bead of pre-cum. "Are you as hot for me as I am for you?"

"Damn you, Petruska."

"Stand there."

Bryony stopped at the side of the bed, hands on her waist still.

He began to work his cock with both hands, staring at her roused body while he did so. "Bend over."

"Let me suck you." She was looking at his cock as if she wanted to put mustard on it and swallow it whole.

"No!" He knew he'd spend too soon again if he let her perform oral sex. "Turn around and bend over."

With an irritated gasp, she spun around and bent at the waist.

"Spread your legs." He leaned in and grabbed the wet crotch of her underwear. Between his teeth.



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She heard him sucking the moisture from her panties and then the sound of stitches breaking as he ripped them off her body, pulling with his teeth.

"Hey!" She almost toppled over in her five inch heels. "Those weren't cheap."

"I want this ass." He slapped it and she fell against the bed. Barely did she have the chance to steady herself on her hands and knees than she felt the cool lube squeezed into her ass. This time he remembered a condom. The torn, empty package landed on the bed cover beside her and then she felt his cockhead.

"Don't you ask permission, Petruska?" she groaned.

He leaned over her spine, his breath hot on the nape of her neck. "Can I fuck you, Mulligan? Do you want my cock inside you again? Filling you, rutting you, coming hard?"

Not much she could say to that. Except. "Hurry up then."

Ben pushed his finger into her ass and then she felt his tongue again, slipping up and down her quaking pussy. She laid the side of her face to the bed and spread her legs wider, sticking her ass high. The need to have him inside was so greedy it was almost painful. It made her belly ache. As he eased a second lubed finger through the tight rim of her asshole, his tongue curled inside her vagina and his lips closed over her sex, steadily sucking the juice out of her. Bryony groaned, rocking on her knees and elbows, her hot cheek sliding over his silky bedcover. The pressure in her sex was almost unbearable, the need to be filled dominating every other consideration, and his fingers in her ass only multiplied the sense of emptiness in her cunt.

"Come for me," he whispered, his lips moving against her swollen, roused labia, his breath slipping inside her body. "I can't get enough of this pussy." Her kissed her and flicked his tongue in and out. "Come for me, baby. Yes, just like that. Just like that." He clamped his mouth over her cunt again and forced the full length of his tongue into her body. She felt his free arm fall over her arching back, holding her lower body still while he ravished it.