Page 15 of Free Fall

Zelda

Thisfilthy-mouthedmanhadundoubtably ruined me because I climbed on top of him with an empty head and a horny pussy, lowering myself to his mouth as he wrapped his arms around my thighs and tugged me down faster, making me slam onto his face, my lips spreading over him as he groaned.

His tongue was everywhere. I was awash with uncontrollable sensations, just letting him have at me. Despite being on top, with my thighs bracketing his chest, he was the one with the power. He encouraged me to grind my hips over his face as he ate everything that flowed from my pussy. I bore down for him, and his grumbles of satisfaction vibrated through me. I almost buckled forward when his tongue fucked up into my hole, swirling and prodding, seeking every drop. It was so dirty, delicious and filthy — I’d never known a man like it and it drove me wild.

“Luca, oh my god,” I breathed out, letting my hips move as they wanted, chasing everything he gave me. He kept lapping, not licking so much as devouring, consuming. “I want to taste.”

“Mm,” he groaned, his voice muffled. “Lean forward. Suck my cock. Get more cum from the fucking source.”

I flopped forward, my upper body collapsing onto his as he adjusted me, tugging me closer to his face and squeezing my thighs harder. His cock was out, hard and silhouetted in the shadows, pointing right up for me. As I guzzled him down, his tongue landed on my asshole, his hands spreading my cheeks. “I need to have you here,” he said. “Need to claim all of you.”

“Yes, master, do it,” I cried, mind lost, sinking my mouth down toward his balls, swallowing as much of his cock down as possible until the cool metal barbell hit my throat. The word master spilled from me as freely as breathing, with no shame or concern… in these moments, despite my hardest intentions, it’s exactly what he was to me.

It was easier to reach him from this angle. I could go deeper, get more of him in my mouth. I wanted all of him in me. How ever I could get it. His words, his voice, the way he moved me around… I sunk deeper and deeper into my role.

As he licked back to my pussy, his tongue soft as it roamed up to my clit, he pressed his finger into my ass, fucking it into me with a leisurely moan. It felt amazing, the gentle stretch matched with the tingles rushing across my skin from his tongue. “I’m gonna come,” I told him, popping off his cock but still pumping it with my fist. I used my other hand to massage his balls, enjoying them tightening up.

“Beg first.” He slapped my ass cheek.

“Please master,” I said, squeezing his cock, shoving my tongue into his slit to chase any salty pre-cum before it got lost amongst my spit running down his shaft. “Please let me come.”

“I want your throat squeezing around my cock when you do.”

Without a beat, I swallowed him back up, relaxing my throat to welcome his cock head down past my tonsils. I gagged, saliva gathering and spilling out messy, but then I fell off that cliff, soared that high, my vision blurring and my brain short circuiting as I came with his tongue buried deep inside me, licking up everything I released.

“Fuck, I think you almost squirted,” he said, moving his face away but still playing with my ass. My movements over his cock had grown clumsy, so I let him take over while I recovered, holding my head steady while he thrust up. “Hold my cum in your mouth, little cum dump.”

My eyes squeezed at his words as his cum flooded my mouth and he groaned with his teeth pressed against my thigh. I didn’t swallow a drop, waiting for his hips to stop pumping to twist around and clamber onto the pillow beside him, my head landing with a soft thump.

“Kiss me,” he demanded. So I did.

We shared his cum between us, the taste of both of us mingling as we kissed until the cum was down our throats and we were just lips and tongues again. He gripped my hair, not letting me go, kissing and kissing until my lips bruised and my breath was hard to come by.

It was delicious. He was ruining everything by twisting me into this messed up puppet for him to command. I pressed myself into him harder, our bodies hot and fired up—

“I don’t see either of them,” my mother’s voice broke through our fog. The illusion shattered. Luca and I stiffened, our eyes on each other. He looked calm, but I panicked, trying not to move or make a noise or all of a sudden grow a trumpet for a nose.

“Breathe,” Luca murmured against my lips. “Shh.”

I sucked in a slow breath, listening to the soft footsteps and shuffling of clothes as they searched for us.

“No, I don’t think they’re on the beach.” Alison’s voice came next, and I watched Luca’s reaction rapt. We were so close I could see every flutter of his breath, every twitch of his eyelid. His wife was so close, a thin white curtain keeping us safe from their eyes. We were both exposed, covered in cum, raw and messy from what we’d just done. There would be no denying it.

Luca kissed me, so softly it didn’t make a noise, a tender press of lips. He held my hand between our bodies and we laid there, waiting, listening. Frozen.

“Check the bar again,” Mom said. “I’ll go to reception and ask if any excursions have gone out this time of night. You never know. Though why they aren’t answering their phones…”

Luca’s eyes stayed locked on mine as their conversation faded away, both theorizing about where we’d disappeared to.

“How long have we been here?” I asked with a whisper, rummaging for my phone. Luca pulled his out first.

“Ninety minutes.” He rubbed his hand over his face. “Shit.”

“We need to clean up before we see anyone. We stink of cum.”

“And pussy.”

“Cum and pussy.”

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