Page 41 of A Break in Communications

She came up from my breasts leaving me tingling through every inch, and she pressed a fierce kiss against my lips, her tongue diving into my mouth, ravaging me as she took my hands and moved them to the front of her pants—I worked them open like it was all I’d ever existed for, unbuttoned and unzipped, and I was starting to pull them down when she took my hand and shoved it down into her pants instead, making my whole body tingle.

“You feel how wet you make me,” she murmured, pulling away just far enough from my lips to speak. I moaned, quietly, feeling my fingers along her underwear, feeling her wetness pooling there in the front of the fabric. It sent electricity through me, that numbing pleasure knowing I’d made her feel good—that I was doing a good job—that I was a good girl.

“I’ll do anything to make you feel good…”

“Good girl, Anna,” she whispered, looking me in the eyes, and I felt like I could come just from hearing her say my name like that. “You’re going to make me feelsogood. Going to let me use this pretty little body and get myself off on you, aren’t you?”

I nodded, numbly, legs quivering. She bit her lip, smiling hungrily at me. Hungry… like she needed this, needed me. I wanted her to take everything she wanted. “Yes… ma’am.”

“Goodgirl.That’s right, I’m in charge here.” She pushed me back onto the bed, and I went readily, sprawling out over the surface, and she took my thighs and spread them wider, wrapping my legs around her as she stood over me at the edge of the bed, haloed in the glow of the ceiling light, towering over me. She pulled her pants and underwear down, just enough to press her bare skin up against my sex, gripping my thighs and grinding on my wetness, and I arched my back at the jolt of pleasure, only remembering at the last instant I was being a good girl and being quiet. I muffled the cry into pursed lips as best I could, and Lucy licked her lips, looking me over as she ground her hips against me.

“You’re so pretty spread out like this,” she said, voice low. “Just a dirty, needy little toy for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes—please—yes,” I whimpered, rocking my hips with hers, seeking friction, seeking her.

“Good girl. You need to get this pussy fucked, don’t you?”

“Please.Yes, please, anything, I’ll do anything.”

She bit her lip, moving a hand along my thigh until it was just above my pussy, teasing there just close enough I could feel it vibrate into my clit. “Anything at all?”

“Anything.”

She slipped her fingers down through my folds, once, quickly, and I gasped, my hips quivering after her as she took her hand away and pulled her pants and her underweardown together. “Then you’re going to lick my pussy,” she said, stepping out of her pants and climbing up onto her knees in bed, straddling me, stripping off her shirt and her bra too as she went, and I felt my breath hitch—couldn’t take my eyes off her, the short dark-blonde curls on her skin around her center, around her perfect pussy… “Let me fuck your face and your pussy at the same time until I come all over you.”

I moaned involuntarily, nodding fast enough I felt dizzy, and I licked my lips as she moved up to straddle my face, hovering above me. “Yes—of course—anything at all—”

“Good girl.” She reached her hand back between my legs, and I arched against her, letting her slip her fingers up along my slit, teasing my clit, flooding me with pleasure as she gripped my hair and lowered herself onto my face. I felt like I could die here—like this overwhelming sense of pleasure was more than I could take, her fingers playing with me, getting me ready to take her, as she pressed her pussy into my mouth. Her taste, the feeling of her wetness—I took her readily, sucking her clit, looking up into her eyes as I pressed my tongue against her entrance, letting her have me, letting her grind on me—letting her fuck my face.

I was so wet, it didn’t take her long to go further, pushing a finger inside me, sinking deep inside and crooking, touching me where I most needed her, and she added a second not long after. I felt fully satisfied, so thoroughly fucked—getting my mouth and my pussy used at the same time, stuffed full however Lucy wanted—I felt my whole body quiver, trembling with the way she fucked me, how she gripped at my hair and ground her pussy against me, and I wanted to scream from how fucking good it was, the way she deconstructed my whole body, but I couldn’t do anything except muffle cries of pleasure against her wetness, against where she was taking me, getting herself off on me.

I didn’t last long—I was helpless to convey to her that I was getting close, and she went at a furious pace, fucking me relentlessly, and even though I tried to keep it down, I couldn’t stop it, and I quivered as an orgasm exploded through me, trembling out to my toes and my fingertips where I gripped tighter at her hips, squeezing my eyes shut and sucking harder on her pussy, and I let her ride my face through the hardest I’d ever come in my life, my whole body racked with the trembles of the orgasm. She slowed as I came down, moving her fingers tenderly inside me with just the right rhythm for how sensitive I was, and when she came up off of me, I gripped her hips and pulled her back down, burying my face between her legs while I recovered.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” she breathed, rolling her head back, grinding her hips against me. “You’re so fucking good with your tongue… going to make me come all over your face.”

I nodded eagerly, gripping tight at her and mufflingmm, mm-hmbegging for her release in my mouth, and she picked up the pace fucking me again as my mouth pushed her higher. I was moving my hips with the rhythm again, fucking myself on her hand, as she growled that she was getting close, and I worked my mouth faster against her as she moved in a feverish rhythm.

“Good girl, Anna…” She caressed her thumb over my cheek, looking down at me with sweat dripping from her breasts onto the bed. “Going to… come on your fucking face like the pretty little fuck doll you are now, Anna.”

I nodded, desperately, as fast as I could, and she didn’t make me wait too much longer, thank god—I felt her muscles tighten as she ground her hips harder against me, and I moaned against her pussy as she came, hard, clit throbbing under my mouth.

She kept going—it felt so good getting thoroughly fucked while she was coming on my face—and by the time she wascoming back down, breathing hard and her face flushed, I felt like I was getting close again already. She bit her lip, looking down at where I slowed the pace, teasing my tongue over her clit.

“That’s it—good girl,” she gasped. “Mm—you do such a good job licking my pussy, Anna.”

“Mm…” I pulled back just enough to speak with my lips against her. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Fuck, you’re such a turn-on. Look at how your pussy is still so wet…” She picked up the pace, fucking harder, and I moaned as she spoke. “You want to come again, Anna?”

“Yes—please.” I couldn’t not say it. I was her good girl. I’d answer anything honestly.

“Good girl. Spread your legs wide and let me taste you,” she said, sliding off of me and down to the floor by the bed, and before I could even process it, she had her face buried against me, sending delirious heat spiking through me, the pleasure explosive in me.

“Oh—Lucy—”

“Not too loud, now. Be a good girl.”

“Mm—” I clasped a hand over my mouth, moaning hard as her tongue worked over my pussy, taking me, using me, doing whatever she wanted with me—

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