Page 16 of Throttle

She tilts her head back, her mouth slightly parted.

“What the hell did you do to me?” My hand snakes around to her ass, squeezing her tight before grinding my dick against her. I can feel her hot pussy through her sweats, and I’m ready to tear her clothes off to get to it.

“Oh…” she gasps, her eyes wide as she looks at me.

I give her a smug smile before tucking my hands under her knees and flipping her onto her back. Lust flickers in her eyes, and in one swift motion, I pull off her sweats and panties, exposing her bare cunt to the cool air of the room. Her muscles begin to tense when I lift her shirt and kiss down her front, her body flinching with every brush of my lips.

“Relax for me, Princess.”

“Don’t think that’s possible,” she frets, glancing down at me between her thick thighs.

“Tell me now if you want me to stop. Otherwise, I’m licking this sweet pussy until you come on my face.”

A faint smile tips up the corners of her mouth and her eyes close, giving me all the consent I need. I spread her legs wider, my gaze locked on her smooth, glistening lips. She’s dripping and trembling for me, and I can smell her arousal. Her scent makes my cock impossibly harder, and I swear I could pound nails with my dick right now. I lean forward, licking her slit and beaming with pride when she throws her head back into the pillows.

“Yes…” she hisses.

My cock is throbbing at the wanton sounds spilling from her mouth. She isn’t making any sense, the pleasure appearing to be too much as I suck her clit between my lips. Her head rolls from side to side, her hands gripping the sheets so tight her knuckles turn white.

“Oh god… yes… yes! Wait, I can’t… Throttle!” She shouts my name, sending a wave of heat straight to my aching cock.

I push two fingers inside her, scissoring them to stretch her open for me. Her back arches, pulling her hips away, so I press a hand on her stomach to hold her still. She whimpers when I add a third finger, my tongue circling her clit before enclosing my mouth around it and sucking hard. Sienna cries out, her breathing hitched.

“You taste better than I fucking imagined,” I praise, alternating between broadly licking her pretty pink center and flicking my tongue against her swollen clit.

She’s writhing now, trying to move away, but I pull her back, shoving my tongue deep inside her. Her juices drip down my hand when I twist and curl my fingers against her sensitive G-spot.

“Throttle, please?—”

“Please, what? What do you want, Princess?”

“I can’t… I can’t hold… I’m gonna come,” she whines, her thighs quivering around my head.

“Then come for me. I wanna feel your pussy gush into my mouth.”

She grips my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp, and with one more firm suck of her clit, Sienna tips over the edge, her legs tightening around me. I swallow every drop she gives me like a thirsty man dying in the desert. She’s trembling uncontrollably, lost in the pleasure of her orgasm. I keep licking at her until she starts to come down, then pull away and move up her body.

My cock peeks out from beneath the waistband of my boxers, thick and ready to fill her up with my cum. She looks at my dick, at its angry red head spilling precum from the slit, and swallows at the sight.

“Of course your dick is big. That explains a lot.” Her attempt at shooting me a glare falls short when she fails to hide her smile.

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve said to me yet.” I bend down, kissing her deeply so she can taste how delicious her pussy is. She returns the kiss, her greedy hands on my back pulling me closer. Her palms glide across my skin. Then she hooks her thumbs into my boxers and pushes them down, freeing my cock. “Impatient, Princess?”

“Shut up and fuck me,” she pants.

Don’t have to ask me twice.

She sucks in a sharp breath when I lazily rub my length between her slippery wet lips, lubing up my cock. I nudge at her entrance, teasing us both, before completely filling her tight cunt in one smooth motion. I flex my hips forward, and Sienna chokes out a deep moan, her fingers clawing at my biceps.

Her legs squeeze around my waist, but I untangle them and press her thighs apart. Pushing farther inside her, I’m balls-deep with my body flush against hers. She tries to shove at my chest but I grab her wrists and hold them over her head.

She feels so fucking good I think I might explode if I don’t give myself a minute. And her clenching pussy tells me she needs a second to accommodate to my size too. I exhale through my nose, trying to think of anything else but her tight cunt coming on my dick.

My eyes flick open with her one-word command. “Move.” Her expression is needy and demanding more. “I can’t… so you need to move.”

“What’s that? Are you saying you want me?” I grin down at her, holding completely still.

“No. I just want you to move,” she mewls.

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