I dive in, licking and sucking and thrusting my tongue inside every place I can reach. I’m ravenous, my mouth watering, fucking dying for her. Craving the taste of her, lapping it up with my tongue.
Meanwhile, her hot wet mouth slides up and down my cock.
The deeper I push my tongue inside her, the deeper she takes my cock. When I lap her clit with my tongue, she sucks on the head, keeping pace with me, making me feel what I’m making her feel, together at the same time.
I can feel her mouth getting warmer and wetter, her lips swollen, her throat relaxing around my cock. The Ambien is kicking in.
I lick all the way up her slit, and then I press my tongue against the tight bud of her ass.
Mara shrieks and tries to squirm away, but I have her locked in place, hands gripping her hips.
I know this embarrasses her, that she doesn’t want to let me do it. That’s exactly what makes it so fucking hot. I’m gripping her, pulling her into me, forcing her to take it.
I lick her ass in steady strokes until she relaxes, and then I push my tongue inside her again.
The area grows warm and swollen, flushed with blood.
Soaked from her pussy, her ass tastes just as good.
The more I lick her, the more she relaxes, and the deeper I can push my tongue inside her. She can’t help the sounds that come out of her: whimpers at first, and then helpless sighs of pleasure, followed by gasps and groans.
There are a thousand nerve endings here, just like the clit. Licking her ass brings the erogenous tissue alive. It awakens an entirely new source of pleasure.
Because it’s new and untested, she’s helpless before it. She’s trapped in place, by pleasure as much as by my hands locked around her.
I eat her ass like a ten-course meal.
This is an act I never considered doing before. It would have disgusted me.
But nothing about Mara disgusts me. The dirtier our sex, the more it arouses me.
With Mara, I see it, I want it, I crave it.
I give in to my impulses. I lose myself in the frenzy.
I’m a wild animal, utterly unhinged.
This is the closest I get to the feeling of killing, only a thousand times better, because I’m not alone in it. Mara is right here with me, equally as wild, equally as feral. She’s choking on my cock, trying to swallow it whole, while I fuck her pussy and ass with my tongue, one after the other, back and forth.
She gives in to me completely, and that’s the greatest rush of all, that moment of submission, when I know she’s lost in pleasure, she can’t think or fight anymore. She can only moan and beg for more.
I go back to her clit, her hips clamped between my hands, using all my strength to force her to ride on my tongue.
She starts to cum, moaning around my cock, and then screaming as the orgasm rips through her, the hardest I’ve seen her have from oral alone. Her whole body shakes, and her teeth scrape my cock, so sharp that I’m worried she might bite it off.
Then she goes limp, rolling over on the bed, hands flopping overhead, nipples pointing up to the ceiling.
“Holy shiiiiiiit,” she groans.
“I told you not to tease me.”
I scoop her up in my arms, rearranging her on the pillows so her head is at the top of the bed, her feet down.
Her limbs are warm and heavy, her pupils dilated until I can hardly see the thin ring of silver around the black.
“You feeling that yet?” I ask her.
“Yeah, I’m feeling it,” she says, her voice soft and dreamy. “Eat my pussy, Daddy … send me into outer space …”
She’s never called me that before. I don’t know if it’s because she’s high, or if it’s something she’s wanted to say for a while.
I go down between her thighs, gently licking her pussy with my tongue. Slow and languorous, with soft, melting pleasure.
Looking up at her, I say, “Why am I your daddy?”
She sighs, her head turning slowly from side to side like the bed is a boat rocking her across the water.
“Because …” she says softly. “Because you take care of me. You protect me. You do everything for me …”
“Yes, I do.”
“You always know what to do … you always know what’s best.”
I suck gently on her clit, smiling to myself.
“Keep that in mind,” I say.
Mara doesn’t respond. She’s already drifting away.
In the dark hotel room, I make my preparations for the night ahead.
The Ambien was for me, not for her. I need to know she’s safely locked away in this room so I can focus on the task at hand.
I close the drapes and hang the Do Not Disturb sign over the doorknob, taking the only key with me when I leave.
Exiting through the lobby, I hail a cab to the airport.
The cabbie drops me off at the sky bridge. Instead of walking over to the checkin desks, I turn the other way, heading toward long-term parking. This is the best place to steal a car. Unless I’m very unlucky, no one will notice that their 2018 Camry is taking a little adventure tonight.
It only takes me a minute to break into the car, and three more to bring the engine to life.
I pay the attendant with cash on the way out of the lot. He doesn’t even look up, mumbling, “Have a good night,” as I drive through.
I could have taken my Tesla, but California has too many toll roads with cameras.
I drive to La Crescenta, to the edge of town bordering the mountains.
The Black Dog pub is situated in the shabbiest neighborhood I’ve driven through on my journey, with tiny salt-box houses situated on bald patches of grass between chain-link fences. I’m sure these little shacks still sell in the high six-figures, because this is California, where a one-bed one-bath can easily run a million dollars. This winter notwithstanding, it’s still the most temperate climate on the globe. People will endure any level of traffic or taxation to live here.
I wait in the parking lot for Randall to arrive. I’m an hour early, wanting to be there first so I can see which car he drives, and so I can ensure that he’s alone.