Page 34 of Just a Number

I blush at his filthy question. He quirks a brow, and I know he’s waiting for a verbal reply.

“I think so.”

He dives back in, licking me from my hole right up to my clit. He keeps doing it over and over again. I grind my hips a little, trying to get the friction I need and then he’s holding me tight, gripping my rear, plunging his tongue inside me repeatedly as my body arches, desperate for the orgasm I’m chasing.

And then his naughty tongue flicks circles around and around my clit, with increasing pressure as he plunges a finger inside me. I lose it, coming apart and splintering in every direction.

He laps up my release with a pleasant hum like he’s proud of the work he’s done.

As he should be. Fucking hell.

I’m still trying to catch my breath when he moves, leaning over and kissing me hard, his finger still inside me. I haven’t had time to recover, and he’s already working me up all over again.

He alternates stroking the perfect spot inside me with swirling my arousal over my clit. My clit that’s already swollen and pulsing from that first amazing orgasm.

His pace is lazy and slow and I can’t contain my little moans as his finger owns my body. I begin to fidget and he chuckles as switches from one finger to two, filling me up even more.

“I love watching you come. I don’t think I’d ever get sick of it.”

I meet his gaze, and it burns through me. He stares like he’s trying to convey a lifetime of thoughts. I keep my eyes on his as he continues to finger me.

“That’s it, baby. Enjoy it. Take what you need from me.”

It’s even hotter listening to him talk when he’s got his fingers inside me while looking straight at me. I can’t get lost. I can only focus on him and what he’s doing to me. It’s like he owns me. Heplants kisses all over my jaw and the break in eye contact allows me to close my eyes and lean into everything I’m feeling.

He angles his hand so his fingers are still deep inside me, stroking that sweet spot while his thumb brushes my clit. And I burst like a dam, squirting fluid all over his hand.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry,” I pant, the panic from what just happened bringing me back to Earth with a crash.

“Why are you sorry? It’s hot as fuck, Mel. I just made you squirt.” He eases his fingers from me, holding them up between us.

Moisture droplets coat them and he seems to savour every drop as he licks them clean. My face is aflame. I can’t look him in the eye.

He brings his lips to my ear. “Don’t be embarrassed. I love how you fall apart for me.” My shame subsides.

“I’m gonna fuck you now. You’re going to give me at least one more.”

I groan at his words. “I don’t think I can.”

“Of course you can. Do you know what? I’m gonna have you fuck me…” He manhandles me yet again. The strength he has is astounding. He just lifts me and positions me so I’m straddling him, with no hint of it being difficult.

My legs are bent at either side of his hips and my pussy is pressed against his solid erection. It pulses underneath me, silently telling me how ready he was for me.

My hands rest on his pecs, helping to prop me up. It’s not a position I’m particularly used to, but a thrill rolls through me as I realise I’m in charge again. He’s totally at my mercy.

I rise just a little, allowing him to roll on the condom he’s grabbed from the side.

Once he’s all wrapped up, he uses his hand to push his cock upwards, notching his tip at my entrance. He lets out a low groan as I slide down, trying to do it as slowly as possible.

His heat and hardness slide inside me, inch by inch, and we both pant as I fully seat myself. I still, savouring being so full.

His hips roll and I let out a noise I’ve never heard leave my lips before; I sound like an animal. It’s just so fucking delicious. My pussy is slick from my previous orgasms, and he slides in and out easily, yet there’s a pressure that means I’m aware of every inch of him.

“I want you to ride me,” he growls with an intense look on his face.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’ve done wonderfully up until now. I want you to try moving. Find a pace that feels really good.” I nod in agreement, rocking my hips. “Fuck, yes, exactly like that.”

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