His hard cock jumps out as I unbutton his jeans. I lick my lips at the sight of the first drops of delicious pre-cum. My tongue darts out. Mrez’s moan is like music in my ears. I became obsessed with the sweet taste and the need to trace his velvet head with my greedy tongue. My tongue circles where the massive head touches the shaft, then runs up the bottom of the head to the where a large drop of pre-cum collected. I open my mouth wide and slip his cock into my mouth. He leans his head back, inhaling sharply. I shiver as I watch him move. His right hand slips into my hair and he twists my head up, forcing me to look him in his eyes as my mouth plays with his massive cock, tasting him fully.
A need I never knew I possessed fills me, setting off a burning lust throughout my body. I want him. I want to make him shiver and call out my name.
All this time, there’s something inside my mind, like a presence that exists behind a curtain, but it’s impossible to see what or who it is. I remember there’s some sort of purpose to this endeavor, but it’s lost somehow. All I care about is the pink, perfectly flush cock buried deep in my mouth begging for my attention.
As my lips slide up and down his cock, I reach up and rip open his shirt, staring as his abs ripple under his skin. Perfection lays before me.
Mrez wraps his hand around my chin and lifts me to my feet. That beautiful cock slips from my mouth, strands of drool and pre-cum dripping down my chest. Mrez pulls my face to him, his hardness trapped between us, rubbing against my belly.
“Kiss me. Ivy.”
I do. My tongue invades his mouth so deep and fully we both feel like floating. His fingertips trace my spine, pushing, kneading, exploring. It’s hard to break his kiss and I don’t want to, but the throbbing need between my legs forces me to push him away. I drop to my knees again, returning to his hard, flush cock that waits for me.
My lips wrap around the head of his perfect cock. Its width stretches my lips. I suck gently, my fingers moving up and down the shaft, massaging the root and gently tugging at his balls.
“Ivy, you’re going to make me come. Do you want me to come in your mouth, like a bad boy?”
My moans are the only answer I have. I want him in my mouth. I want to choke on his thick cum. This man is perfect, and the desire sparkling in his eyes makes me wet with desire.
I take as much of his large cock in as I can, sliding the massive head past my lips, across my tongue, and down my throat. His cock throbs. A few more minutes of this and I’ll get my sweet, creamy reward. But I’m not done. My finger slips around his butthole and presses gently, testing his reaction. He gasps softly and opens for me. That makes me want to experience more.
Deeper.
I suck on his delicious, hard cock, tasting its sweet salty flavor. The back of my throat massages the massive head as my tongue caresses the shaft. Within seconds, Mrez throbs under the pressure of my tongue.
“Oh, Ivy.” His hips buckle and push again my mouth, fucking me deep into my throat, using my mouth as a pussy. Faster and faster. It felt so dirty yet turned me on so much. I’m aroused more than I ever have been. I rub my pussy against his thigh, dry humping him, looking for my own release. Grabbing my hair in both hands, Mrez shoved his cock as far down my throat as it would go as cum exploded like a geyser.
As I enjoy Mrez’s sweet cum pumping into my mouth, the door opens. The noise distracts me. I’m deeply frustrated. Who dares bother me and Mrez?
Two large men enter. Cold from outside fills the room in their wake.
“Honey, we’re home,” one of them calls out. I immediately identify him as Draw. He’s tall, with strong, wide shoulders and a gorgeous, full, black beard I want to sink my fingers in.
The wooden floor creaks under their weight. Even with Mrez’s draining cock still in my mouth, I can’t take my eyes off them. Mrez lifts me to me feet and wraps his arms around me in a protective way, kissing the back of my head.
“Draw, Khal.” I know their names. As foggy as my mind is, I somehow know they are special and important to me.
No words needed. Draw takes me in his arms and kisses me wildly, his hands all over me, his tongue tasting Mrez’s cum from my lips.
“I love that taste,” he moans. “It drives me wild.”
Draw rips off my nightgown, exposing my naked, yearning body. His large hands touch and caress me. He kisses my throat and shoulders. When he kneels, he’s still tall enough to face my full breasts that throb with need. His lips wrap around my pink, hard nipples, sucking and teasing them with his tongue and teeth. I clutch his head, pull him closer to me, and moan. No matter what this is, it’s pure bliss the way his hard, strong, calloused hands touch my body. He makes me yelp in ecstasy when he slaps me on my behind.
The other guy whom I recall being named Khal moves up behind me, caresses my arms, kisses my neck, and bites down on my shoulder, hard. A spot of blood drips from the wound. His hands move up and down my sides. He suddenly lifts me up in his arms, holding me with my legs spread.
“She’s ready to be eaten,” Khal whispers to Draw, who just smiles.
Draw throws my open legs on his shoulders and stares at my aroused lips for a few moments, seconds that seem like centuries. I need him to dip into me and fuck me with his tongue.
“Please.” I release a soft moan that sounds pathetic in my ears.
“Do you want me to eat your dripping pussy?” Draw asks.
“Yes. Please.”
His lips move softly on top of my pussy, igniting a new sensation, a sensation so damn delicious I shiver under his ministrations. His beard stimulates me in ways I’ve never experienced before, driving me insane. I clutch Draw’s hair and pull him into me, fucking his mouth with my pussy and riding his tongue like a cock, thrilling with the feeling his tongue offers me. The heat, the tension, and the closeness to the edge. I’m almost there. So close. So fucking close. Just a few more seconds.
Khal pinches my nipples as Draw sucks my clit between his lips, hard, making me moan and gasp in delight.