Page 11 of Flexible Standards

As she glances over at the headboard, she asks, “Ass or pussy?”

“Fuck, I’ll happily eat your arse if that’s what you want,” I chuckle. “So long as you come for me three more times, I don’t care how I pull them from you.” Isla takes a deep breath, and to reassure her, I add, “We aren’t limited to one night. Neither of us is boarding a plane in the morning. We can play another day, but I’d give almost anything to hear you scream my name again. No matter what, all of this stops when you want it to.”

“And when I awkwardly bump into you on the strip?” she jokes, but this isn’t a laughing matter. I need her, and not just for tonight.

I tuck her hair behind her ear. “There will be no awkward bumping.” Her legs wrap around me, pulling me close enough that my cock slips back inside her. “Fuck, what are you doing, angel?”

“You said there would be no awkward bumping.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I also told you to be on all fours so I can properly worship your cunt the way you deserve.”

I pull out of her, and like the good fucking girl I knew she’d be, she wraps her hands around the bar at the top of the headboard, looking over her shoulder. She coyly asks, “Like this?”

“Fucking stunning,” I whisper, climbing onto the bed behind her. Gripping her arse, I lower my lips to her back, trailing kisses along her spine until I reach just above her arse. I push her legs apart, making her gasp. I remind her, “Three.”

“Okay,” she concedes breathlessly.

I slide a hand up her back and wrap her hair around my fist, pulling her back only an inch. I lean in, kissing her neck, and whisper against her sweet skin, “Not just tonight.”

“Not just tonight,” she echos, and I graze my teeth against her.

I’m not sure what she does for work, I’ve been too afraid to ask since the logical response would be to ask what I do. But nearly no occupation I can think of encourages red and purple bruises from a stranger marking her the night before. It’s safer this way, though I intend to claim every other inch of her. I want her to feel what we have done tonight for the next few days.

I bend to lick her from clit to her arse, making her buck against my mouth. My greedy little angel wants to play, but I know she’s being cautious. My tongue dives into her wet cunt, swirling once and pulling out to do the same to her clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers, spurring me on. I want her to sit on my face, making her come over and over until I can taste her for the foreseeable future. It’ll need to wait until tomorrow—or I suppose tonight? Time is irrelevant. The only thing I want is her.

I press a final kiss to her cunt and sit back on my heels to admire the goddess before me. With her arse in the air, begging to be marked… it’s too much. I playfully nip at the supple flesh. She yelps, but it quickly becomes a moan. I adjust and line my cock up with her, pressing in an inch. Sliding my hands up her back, when I reach her shoulders, I grip tightly and slam inside her to the hilt. She screams out, her back arched and head lolling back. I wrap her hair around my fist and carefully tug, making her hiss.

Isla mutters something incoherent, followed by, “Fuck, that feels good,” and a dark chuckle rumbles from my chest.

“Are you doing ok, love?” I whisper next to her ear, then kiss her neck.

“Yes,” she whispers back, and though I’m incredibly tempted to test her limits, I resist.

I lean back on my heels again, pulling her back to my chest. She releases the headboard as I wrap my arms around her middle and slide a hand up to her throat, holding her against me. Kissing her shoulders, her neck, every inch I have access to, I can’t help the words escaping me, “You’re so fucking perfect, Isla. Your cunt was made to be worshipped.” Though, it’s the truth, I’m afraid of scaring her away with any sort of declarations.

Thankfully, my admission is met with a wistful sigh as she holds me in place, her hand cupping the nape of my neck. I slide my hand lower, keeping the other firmly around her throat. Circling her clit, her pussy clenches tightly around me.

“Do that again, love.” Isla huffs a laugh but does as I ask and tightens around me. “Just like that… Hold.” I continue the same pace and pressure playing with her clit, wanting nothing more in this moment than for her to come again.

“I’m… I’m close.”

“Not yet, angel. Let me enjoy you a little longer before you make a mess all over my cock.”

“I can’t, I?—”

Her pussy pulses around me as her head falls back against my shoulder. Helping her ride out her orgasm, I continue touching her. “One more, love. Give me one more, and then I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk for the next week.”

My fingers move faster, and I carefully squeeze the sides of her throat as I kiss and suck her neck and shoulder. Her moans fill the room as another orgasm quickly overtakes her, and I smile against her skin, loving that she’s so responsive to my touch.

“It’s too much… I don’t know…”

“One more, angel. Give me one more. You’re doing so well. Hands back on the wall or headboard. If I’m too rough with you, tell me.” She places her hands on the headboard, gripping the metal. “I need your words, love.”

“Yes,” she pants. “One more.”

Attagirl.

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