Page 94 of Done with You

Her hips jerked up. “Yessssss.”

He smiled and sucked harder, pulling that tender nub deeper into his mouth, stretching it and feeling it swell against his tongue.

“Oh God,” she sighed, squeezing her pussy around his fingers.

He continued to eat her this way. Sucking her clit and fucking her with his fingers. She was close, he could tell, but seemed to be holding off coming.

“You need to come,” he said, his words muffled. “I can tell.”

“I’m fine,” she breathed.

“Come, Oona,” he growled, slowly adding another finger inside of her. “Come for me.”

He swirled his tongue around her clit, pumped his fingers and when her body gave a little shudder and she squeaked above him and opened her mouth, he pulled her clit to the back of his tongue and sucked as hard as he could.

She detonated.

Her pussy spasmed and pulsed around his fingers as he continued to move them, pressing up hard on her G-spot as it expanded and hardened against his fingertips. Her juices flowed out over his fingers and hand, dripping onto the bedsheet and coating his whiskers.

She kept going up though. Kept breathing heavy, kept coming.

Her clit swelled even more against his tongue, and he was forced to inhale a breath through his nose, but he never stopped sucking. Never stopped curling his fingers as her orgasm continued to unfold around them. She was making various noises, all of them quiet, all of them incoherent. No words, just sexy sounds, and breathy gasps that made his dick twitch beneath him and his balls tighten up against his taint.

He pressed even harder on her G-spot and more sweet honey flowed over his hand.

The woman just kept going.

Finally, he wasn’t sure how long it took, but she started to slide down the backside of her climax. Her back returned to the mattress and her pussy released his fingers from it'svice grip.

He didn’t realize until that moment that his fingers had started to cramp inside of her. But he also didn’t care.

Releasing her clit, he gave it a playful lick and pulled his fingers free, turning his head and kissing her inner thighs, then her plump folds, and the top of her mound. He climbed back up her and was about to just slide inside, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Condom,” she said, her voice hoarse, eyes slightly unfocused.

He nodded and sat back on his knees, but then he had a better idea and rolled over so he was on his back, yanking off his boxers in the process. “I want you on top,” he said as she reached into her purse that was on the floor and pulled a condom off the strip, then handed it to him.

She nodded and waited for him to roll on the condom, then swung one long leg over his body and straddled him.

“Gonna stick a finger in your ass,” he said as she lifted up, positioned him at her center and slowly dropped down. She nodded. Fuck, she was a snug fit. He loved it. The way her pussy hugged his cock like a fucking second skin was goddamn perfection.

Circling a finger around behind her, he dipped it between them and gathered some of her personal lube, then trailed it up between her crease. She puckered against his finger slightly, but then relaxed and let him inside.

Placing two hands on his chest, she started to lift up and down, riding him, letting her luscious tits bounce just inches from his face. Her nipples were still hard and he licked his lips. He wanted those perfectly ripe raspberries in his mouth.

“Hang on,” he rasped, keeping his finger in her ass, but gripping the bed with his other hand. She lifted up, keeping just the tip of him inside her while he scooted up the bed until his back was against the headboard. “That’s better,” he said, leaning forward so he could take a nipple between his teeth again. He played with them harder, emulating what she did to herself earlier. Giving her that gentle, but deliberate snap of pain that she seemed to crave. And when he removed his mouth and raked his chin with it’s wiry stubble across her bud, she squeezed her tight little cunt around him even harder.

His finger in her ass continued to pump, and the way she dropped hard onto his cock and finger said she didn’t mind the breach one bit.

He was close in no time, loving the heat of her, her feminine noises and even just the smell. The smell of whatever floral and nutty body wash she used, her sweet and musky pussy, and their combined sweat mingling in the room. It was an intoxicating, drugging combination and he never wanted it to end.

Her hands fell to his shoulders and she increased the force and speed of her hip lifts and drops, taking the crown of his cock all the way out to her pussy lips, doing a little counter-clockwise swirl, then slamming back down, until he was all the way inside her.

“Fuck,” he grunted when she did it again, only making sure to squeeze him extra tight with her hot, wet little cunt as she went.

She lifted up again, only this time, she paused when he was barely inside of her. He lifted his gaze, breaking his lip lock with her nipple, and found her watching him.

She bit her lip and slowly, like a sex kitten, or seductress or something, sunk back down, squeezing him even harder, but dropping half an inch at a time, torturing him. Torturing both of them.

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