Page 47 of Spinning Out Of Control

“You promised me orgasms!”

“And I plan to deliver, if you’d just be a good little pest and let me work.”

With that, my hands find the waistband of her skintight leggings, yanking them down along with her panties to her ankles. She scrambles to help me by kicking off her sneakers and pushing the leggings to the floor. I grab her hips, yanking her forward so her ass is on the edge of the leather seat. She spreads, and I’m gifted the sight of her gorgeous cunt, pink and glistening and begging for my tongue. I dive in, humming as I nose her clit and inhale her scent.

“For months, this is all I’ve thought about. All I’vedreamt about. Every time I watched you riding your bike in those indecent little shorts, every time I’ve fucked my fist, it’s your taste on my tongue, your name on my lips when I come.”

“Oh my god, Ren, shut up,” she says as her fingers tangle in my hair, pushing my face directly into her soaked cunt.

“Fucking pest,” I chuckle, but my words are muffled as I focus on worshipping her with my lips and tongue. In my fantasies, I tease her, torture her, draw out her pleasure until she can’t take it anymore. But we’ve got an entire flight, and I’ve gone too long without my favorite dessert. Wrapping my lips around her swollen clit, I alternate between tight flicks of my tongue and sucking the sweet little bud. She gasps, fisting my hair and trying to draw me even closer.

I very well may drown in her, but fuck, what a way to go. I savor every lick, every taste of her. Her moans, her cries, every sigh of her pleasure travels right down my spine, leaving electric tingles in its wake. She tastes so fucking good, sounds so incredibly sexy that my cock is throbbing, weeping, aching to burst free of my pants and find a home inside her slick heat.

I can’t deny myself any longer. Quickly, I flick the button on my slacks and pull the zipper. I pull myself out and start to stroke. With my other hand, I slide two fingers into Kira’s hot pussy, groaning at the tight squeeze. I curl them towards me while licking her clit. She tugs on my hair, and I groan.

“Fuck, yes, darling. Pull my hair,” I grumble against all her delicious wetness.

She arches and bucks and shudders, spurring me on. I’m as desperate to give her the orgasm as she is to take it from me. I listen to her noises, every whimper and whine providing a roadmap for me to ramp up my efforts from soft, fluttering licks to hot and hungry sucks, lavishing her with my lips and my tongue. Her moans grown louder, her grinding more frantic, and all the while I fuck myself into my fist, unable to control myself. Kira goes wild, using my face as a toy, guiding me this way and that by the hold she has on my hair. I feel her inner walls flutter around my fingers as she arches, and then on a cry, she yells my name and falls apart on my tongue.

My balls tighten as she rocks against me, riding out the waves of her orgasm on my face. When her grip on my hair loosens, I pull back, my own release right fucking there. At some point in all the action, she ripped her shirt over her head and I’m greeted with the sight of her perfect breasts for the first time.

“God, these beautiful tits. I knew they were pierced. So fucking sexy, baby. You’re so–fuck!” My balls draw up tight at the sight, and I don’t know how I will manage to keep my orgasm at bay for another moment.

“You’re not the only one who likes a little sparkle, Ren,” she teases, fiddling with the shiny barbells with pink gems to match the one hanging from her belly button.

“I want to come on you. Please, can I come on you?” I ask, not caring how needy and pathetic I sound.

“God, yes. Come on my pussy, babe.” She lifts her heels, spreading her legs far enough for me to slot my body between. I shakily push to my feet and grip the back of her seat, holding on for dear fucking life as I stroke myself over top of her. My orgasm hits me like lightning, causing my knees to buckle and my vision to blur as I come, rope after rope of sticky white cum landing all over Kira’s pretty, bare cunt.

“Fuck, Kira. Fucking fuck, baby,” I grunt, all other words evading me as pleasure rips through me. Sweat rolls down my forehead as I return to Earth a panting, blithering mess. I sink back to my knees, resting my head on Kira’s leg. Her fingers return to my hair, this time gently caressing the sweat-slicked tresses instead of the frantic tugging of a moment ago.

“I should go get cleaned up,” she says softly after long moments of syncing our breaths. I turn my head to press a kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh, then trailing those kisses closer and closer to her center.

“My precious little pest. I’ll take care of cleaning you up. I want to count how many times I can make you come on my face before we land in California.” I flatten my tongue, dragging it through her swollen lips and lapping up the salty sweetness of our combined releases from her flesh and bathing in the sweet sounds of her pleasure as we soar through the sky.

18

WARREN

Damn, I need to work a little harder on my lower body.

My quads and glutes are screaming at me as I power up the front steps of Kira’s home, bags slung over my shoulder and her wrapped around my waist, clinging to me like a baby koala while sucking on my neck. Kira might be small but all those delicious muscles of hers are proving to be heavy, especially when I’m trying to keep my balance on the steep steps and trying not to come in my pants from the feel of her lips on me.

The second our car drove off, leaving us on the sidewalk outside of the pastel pink Victorian, Kira was on me like a spider monkey. Apparently, hours of oral only broken up by a few minutes of refractory period, cuddling wasn’t enough for my horny girl.

My tongue may never recover from the cramping, but fuck, it had been worth it. I promised her I’dfinally–finally–fuck her properly when we were back in her home, and I intend to keep my promise.

When we reach the top of the steps, I palm the keypad.

“What’s your door code?”

“Eight-four-three-seven-six-seven-seven-three,” she says, pausing between each number so I can punch it in–and so she can lick my earlobe. The lock turns and we tumble inside, my lips finding hers as I suck her tongue into my mouth. I use my instincts and muscle memory to guide us through the entryway, over a pile of sneakers, and into the kitchen, where I press her against the closest wall. Her hands fall to my pants, fumbling with the zipper as I buck up into her, grinding against her sweet heat and moaning into her mouth.

“Quiero que me cojas,” she moans. I might not understand the words, but I understand their intention, perfectly.

“I fucking knew it!” A voice calls out, scaring the absolute piss out of me.

I panic, pushing my hips further into Kira’s so I can block her body between mine and the wall, though that’s probably stupid. If there’s an intruder in here intent on killing us, we have a much better chance if I sic my little pest on them. She looks over my shoulder, gasping and swatting at me when she sees whatever is waiting for us.

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