God, yes. Yes, yes, yes.
Refusing to cease his quest to drive her to climax, his vile curse was relegated to his head where it echoed loudly enough to rattle his skull. Christ, would he ever stop being so desperate to come with Polly? His abdominal muscles were spasming with the effort to keep his seed from spilling. Never. He would never finish before her. His only option was to get her there quicker.
Austin traced the touch of his right hand over her ass, dipping into the space between her cheeks, placing his index and middle finger over her back entrance. Just a light presence. Until he tapped them over her puckered flesh twice to gauge her reaction. Her moan vibrated up his erection, pummeling him in the stomach. That’s right, you bad girl. I’ve got your fucking number. A fact that became even more obvious when she gripped his bottom and yanked him toward her mouth, taking him so deep, Austin’s eyes rolled back in his head.
He tapped against her harder, harder, until he was two-finger slapping her over the delicate entrance of her ass, never stopping the whipping of his tongue against her pleasure-needy button. Her fingertips clawed at his backside, thighs beginning to shake around his head. There was no way to stop the roll of his hips toward the perfection of her mouth, but she welcomed him with husky moans that turned into an abrupt scream.
Fuck yes. The orgasm racked her upside-down body, giving him the privilege of experiencing the climax along with her.
“That’s it. Moan for me. Tell me how it feels to come with your ass in the air. It won’t be the last time.” He massaged her backside, spurring on her climax by stabbing his tongue inside her as she contracted. In and out. In and out. Christ, she had the most intoxicating taste. He could get drunk on her. “Now here’s a tight * worth driving all night for. Wanted me to come and get it, didn’t you, sweet? You might as well have rung a fucking dinner bell.”
His own release was fast approaching, every muscle in his body drawing tighter than a bowstring. The permission he craved didn’t come as Polly’s body liquefied against him. She knew what held him back, knew what he wanted to hear. Only her green light would symbolize her total satisfaction, and he would never finish until he heard it out loud. The impish purring in her throat, her nonvocal denial, cranked his desire to eleven, while simultaneously driving him to the brink of madness. She tightened her lips around the base of his throbbing length and sucked her way up, so snug, so greedy for his breaking point, it took every ounce of remaining willpower not to let go.
Sweat dripping down his temples, shaking head to toe, Austin’s voice came out sounding strangled. “I need to come so bad…”
The purring continued, her mouth venturing once more down his hard inches, tongue swirling around his flesh on the way back up. Austin’s mouth fell open on a ragged groan, his intent to beg more, again, as long as she wanted. Then her palm slapped down on his left buttock and the room tilted around him. She smoothed her hand over the stinging area with a hum of concern around his cock before raining down another smack, harder than the first one.
“Jesus Christ, Polly.” His head fell back, eyes staring blindly up at the ceiling. Euphoria tore through him, knees almost buckling beneath his impending annihilation. Punishment and reward. The conflicting actions blurred together until their meanings were the same. It felt like a turning point…an open door that led to a place free of guilt, and he ran through at full speed. A door Polly had opened. “Let me, let me, let me. Need to fuck it all into your cruel mouth. I’m dying. Ah fuck, it hurts so badly.”
She released his tip, gave it a lick. “Say please.”
The words scraped from his throat. “Please, Mistress.”
Her hand landed on his ass with enough force to jar his teeth. “Yes.”
Austin hung on to Polly with one arm, bracing himself on the wall with the other, lest he collapse. Breathing was an impossibility as the most fulfilling release of his lifetime shook his foundation, cracking it down the center. Even without the warm suction of her mouth, it would have been perfection, but she gave it to him, gave him her throat and fuuuuuck. Austin’s shout emanated from the deepest pit of his soul, sounding distant to his ringing ears. It was too good, enough to capsize him. He gently tugged Polly’s mouth away and let the rest of his essence land on the floor. A moment passed where he was freezing, or overheated, he couldn’t tell, before he managed to turn Polly over. Then there was nothing, nothing, nothing, but wrapping her in his arms and falling against the wall with a bang, listing to the side, and lowering them both to the ground.