Hey everyone!! I hope you enjoyed the slow burn from part one, here’s where things get more spicy. Let me know if you want more!!
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I met his eyes and slowly dropped to my knees, my hands on his thighs. The precum sitting on the tip of his penis dripped, just once, onto my chest, and I couldn’t help but stare. He used the hand not occupied by his member to reach for the back of my head and grabbed a think handful of my hair. He yanked my head back, drawing a small moan out of me, making me look at him, and he stroked himself slowly. I slowly opened my mouth, letting my tongue fall out over my chin and softened the rest of my face. The fire in his eyes was almost palpable as his gaze burned into my coy expression.
“God, you’re such a fucking tease,” he said through gritted teeth. I smirked, and without missing a beat, I pushed my tongue to the tip of his throbbing cock, tasting him like it was the first time. I slowly worked my tongue around just the tip, tantalizing all the spots that made him shudder with bliss. I pushed my lips down his warm, thick shaft, taking a little more of him each time I pushed him into my mouth. By the time I reached the base of him, I could hear him starting to breath heavier. I took all of him into my throat and let my tongue drag over the underside of him, stroking back and forth, getting slightly faster with each movement, gagging slightly with each stroke. I chanced a glance up at him, only to find his head thrown back towards the ceiling. He moaned slightly, his dick twitched in my throat and he gripped at the hair at the back of my head. I went to town going up and down his shaft with my lips and tongue, rewarded with a few low, breathy moans from Chris. I started using my hand and my mouth, moving both on his cock simultaneously. His breathing picked up dramatically, and I picked up the pace, going at him harder and harder until he had both hands on my head, thrusting himself deep into my throat. He let out a deep, long moan and I felt his sticky, warm load drip into my throat, sliding into my stomach as he pulled out, out of breath. I rocked back on my heels and stood slowly, kissing his stomach and chest as I came up, my hands wandering his hot flesh, then slammed my mouth onto his, pulling his hips into mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and tasted himself off my tongue, drawing the air out of me faster than I could get it in with a warm hand on the small of my back pulling me into him and another on the side of my face. He pulled back from my lips and put his forehead to mine, both of us out of breath. I wiped my face of the tears that came from him being in my throat, and looked down to see he was still fully hard. He caught me looking and began to jerk himself again. I wiped my lips on the back of my hand,pulling my head away from his and meeting his eye coyly.
“Never gets old.” Chris smiled at me. I giggled and backed up to the edge of the bed underneath me, admiring his body once again, and noticed that his cock was impossibly harder than a minute ago.
“Well, that’s that I guess.” I gave a sarcastic and dramatic sigh as I flopped onto my back, my legs dangling off the edge of the bed. I pretended to study the ceiling with a crazy grin and heard him pad to me. I refused eye contact, but kept the large smile so he could see I was being facetious. Chris reached down, scooped me up from under the small of my back and flipped me over, drawing an accidental giggle from me. My toes barely touched the floor, so I took it upon myself to bring my knees up onto the bed. I conveniently and dramatically stretched into a downward dog position, and wiggled my ass in his face and a faux yawn.
He snickered quietly, as if trying to not let me hear, and fondled my ass cheek before placing a single finger between the lips of my wet vagina. He rubbed the tip of his finger along the outside of my hole, teasing me. I gasped slightly, squirming, wanting his fingers inside of me. “Easy, baby girl. We’re going to take this nice… and… slow…” with each of his last words, he gradually slid a single finger into me, knuckle by knuckle. He waggled it inside of me, just a little, before pushing in and out of me so slowly. I squirmed and wriggled, moaning and struggling to keep my composure as he hit every single spot.
“Don’t you come yet, we’re just getting started.” I moaned and squirmed. He continued to thrust inside of me but gradually added two more fingers stacked vertically inside of me, and started to thrust harder. More. Please more. As if reading my thoughts yet again, Chris slowly added a fourth finger, hitting the perfect places over and over, sending waves of bliss across my whole body. My hot juices dripped down onto the duvet. He stopped thrusting with his four fingers and then ever so slowly pushed in his whole hand, thumb and all; I felt every finger hitting a different spot that I didn’t know I had, making me shake and moan uncontrollably. He backed up just a little so the knuckles at the base of his fingers were outside of me, then attempted to close his hand and make a fist inside of me and succeeded. It felt at first a little like his hand was too big, but he slowly eased his fist towards, now wrist deep in the deepest part of me. My breath caught hard in my throat and I moaned loud, but he wasn’t done, not even close. He slowly drew his hand back out and unfurled his fingers until his thumb was once again exposed, and my body began to shake as each of the remaining four fingers hit the top wall of my dripping cunt.
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