“Come here, darling,” he said. “I’m thirsty.”
I bent my legs and came down at him. My mouth fell open and the second I felt his tongue lick me, I lost my breath. My hips thrust against his tongue and he slipped inside me. As he made big circles, I rocked myself back and forth. His fingers dug harder into my ass, guiding me back and forth. He lifted his head and put his lips together, now focusing on my clit. I was in his mouth as he sucked hard. I felt the scruff of his face touch me everywhere between my legs, leaving a tingling mix of roughness and tickling.
My legs started to quiver as he ate me, tasting all of my wetness, savoring my body like no man had ever come close to doing.
My right hand gripped the back of the couch. My left hand touched just next to his head. I lifted myself and lowered, thrusting my body at his mouth, letting him fuck me with his tongue and lips.
His deadly eyes stared straight up at me. Even though I was the one on top of his mouth, he was still in complete control. I would never win against him, ever. And that was okay with me. As long as he did this to me, I was fine with it all.
His hand spread across my ass and he started to drive me harder against his mouth. I felt the rush deep inside me and knew what he wanted. All of me. He wanted me to come. His thumbs started to creep around and hooked against my hips. Now he dragged me back and forth even faster against his working tongue. In me, circling, out, up to my clit, right back down again. Over and over.
I started to moan, unable to control myself. I looked down at him, my hair falling in my face. I hurried to slide my hand through my hair to push it back. Then I touched my chest, over my tank top. I squeezed my left breast. Not good enough. I grabbed the strings of the tank and ripped them off my shoulders. I pulled my top down, exposing my breasts. My nipples were wildly hard, my orgasm just seconds away.
Trent stayed right there with me, bringing me to the edge.
The second I started to come, I pressed with my left leg, trying to stand up. Trent let me go and I stood there, hovering over his mouth, my pussy quivering as I came.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I started to lower down but Trent grabbed me and pushed me away. I let out a cry as he sat up and placed me right on his cock. He reached between his legs and held his steel rod tight and nodded to me.
“Right now,” he said.
My legs were still shaking and my body was not ready to be that full again.
But I wanted it so fucking bad.
I lowered down and let out a scream as he entered me.
He took his hand away from his cock and reached for my breasts. He cupped my left breast and let out a deep growl.
“Fuck, darling. So fucking wet and tight.”
“Fill me,” I said. “Fill me, Trent.”
He spread his hand across my lower back and pressed, bringing me down on him.
The second I was impossibly full, I bit down on his shoulder and screamed.
Trent leaned back on the couch and put his hands to the outside of my thighs. I lifted and lowered myself, feeling my orgasm not stopping. It was like one after another, boom boom, my insides feeling like they were going to explode.
I leaned forward and put my hands to Trent’s broad shoulders and started to ride him. My body eased into the thickness of his cock and more than welcomed him. I felt every perfect inch of him pull out and thrust back up in. Over and over.
His hands took turns cupping my breasts and sliding down to my hips to guide me at a different pace. The next time his hands moved from my breasts, however, they moved up. His fingers touched my neck and dug at me, pulling me down to him. Our lips were suddenly an inch apart and then a few seconds later, we were kissing. I could taste my own body on his lips and tongue. That sweetness he craved so badly was now in my mouth. It made my body shiver again and I started to fuck him harder.
With his left hand at my face, commanding the kiss, his right hand moved to my lower back, pushing at me, forcing me to grind on him harder. As I did, I felt the amazing definition of his shaft and the thick head of his cock sliding inside me. Just as I braced myself for another orgasm, Trent lifted his lower body and broke our kiss so he could groan. His teeth were gritted as he started to come inside me. My hips jerked and started to jump, a natural reaction to make room because my body was just so full. But Trent kept me on him, his cock pulsing deep inside me. I slowly lifted and lowered myself, sighing each time he came. Our lips were touching but we weren’t kissing. That feeling of his lips against mine… fuck, it was so good.
When he was finished, I lowered my head to his chest. One of his hands went into my hair while the other stayed on my back, just resting there.
“Darling, we’re not going to talk about it,” he whispered. “I have to do what’s best for my club.”