Page 56 of Spinning Out Of Control

If he dies eating my pussy, then so be it.

Ren palms my ass, spreading and kneading my cheeks in his hands while we rock together. He dips a finger into my crease, and when he brushes against the sensitive ring of muscle, I detonate. Falling forward, I ride out the waves of my release on Ren’s tongue, savoring the way he laps at me like a starved man.

When my breath returns, I lift up, surprised that Ren isn’t already trying to lick another orgasm out of me. I look down to see him flushed and panting, his chest heaving the way it always does right after he’s…

“Ren, babe, did you just come?” I ask. He nods ever-so-slightly, and I whip my head around. Sure enough, there’s a wet spot right on the front of his grey joggers. He came in his briefs when we were in the hotel, but that was different. We were dry humping, and I came in my panties, too. I didn’t even touch him this time.

Hell, he didn’t even touch himself. Both of his hands were on my hips the entire time I was smothering him with my pussy.

“Oh my god, that is so fucking hot.” I want to take a picture of him like this and wear it as a badge of honor.

“Honestly, darling, I’m surprised this is only the first time I’ve come in my pants while licking your pretty little cunt. When it comes to you, I’ve got little to noself-control. Give me a minute and I’ll be ready to have another go at you.”

He pulls me into a cuddle, and I smile as I bury my face into his neck and inhale his warm, sage-y scent.

“Lay here for a moment, babe,” I murmur against his skin. “Catch your breath and when you’re ready, I’ll take you to bed and clean you up with my tongue.”

“Absolutely not,” he says, suddenly full of energy and lifting us both from the couch. He tosses me over his shoulder and spanks me as he strides towards the stairs and takes them two at a time.

“Why not? Quiero chupártela, baby. I love your cum,” I whine, squeezing his cute little butt through his joggers as he ascends the stairs. I also love when he carries me around like this. It’s such a lovely, objectifiable view. He seems to love it too, probably since the position leaves my ass in the perfect spanking position.

“I know you do, and I love that you love it. But I’m a forty-seven-year-old man who just came in my pants like a teenager and now I need to cloud your mind with many, many orgasms, so you don’t remember my great shame.”

He tosses me onto the bed, and I wiggle up to the middle of the mattress before pushing up to my elbows. He begins to rifle through my nightstand, pulling out two of my favorite vibrators–a silicone pink wand and a palm-sized yellow clit sucker that always gets the job done in minutes flat.

“Did you forget that a minute ago I was telling youhow hot I thought it was that you got off just by eating me out? I fucking love how turned on you get from pleasuring me,” I say as I reach my foot out to caress his thigh. He grabs my foot and brings it to his mouth, where he places soft kisses on the inner edge and up to my ankle.

“Precious little pest, do you want many, many orgasms or not?” He asks, his face tilting into a wicked smile.

“Yes please,” I whisper huskily. Ren rips his shirt off of his head and pushes down his joggers and briefs, revealing his already thickening cock. My breath hitches from the sight of it–long, proud, masculine with an underside adorned just for me. I lay back, expecting him to crawl over me.

But instead, he rounds the mattress and climbs into the bed, maneuvering us so that his back is against the velvet headboard and mine is against his chest. He lifts my t-shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor, leaving us both completely naked. My ass settles into his lap, and I can feel his erection growing underneath me with each passing second.

“Spread your legs, love,” he rasps against my ear. I do, propping my feet up and settling them on either side of his thick thighs. He traces a finger along my jawline, down my throat and through the valley of my breasts, leaving goosebumps in his wake. When he reaches my pussy, he glides his finger through my slit,gathering my wetness and bringing it up to circle my clit.

“Such a beautiful cunt. So puffy and wet and delicious. So responsive to my touch,” he murmurs as he lightly pinches my clit, causing me to gasp and arch back into him. I hear the low buzz of a vibrator, and I shiver in anticipation. Ren holds the wand on its lowest setting and brings it to my nipple, circling and teasing until I’m squirming, clenching around nothing and desperate to feel full. Then he switches to the other and gives it the same tortuous treatment.

“Ren, please. Please stop teasing me.”

“My darling Kira begs so sweetly when she needs to come,” he taunts, slowly drawing the same path with the vibe as he did his finger.

When he finally turns up the intensity and presses the head of the wand to my aching clit, I curse on a scream and throw my head back against his chest. There’s no more teasing, no easing me into it. It’s an all-out assault of pleasure against my most sensitive area, and I’m powerless against it. I arch my hips, canting, seeking, chasing the release that's racing through me. It’s right there, right on the edge, and I fist the sheets behind me just as–

“Fuck you!” I scream, throwing elbows as Ren pulls the vibe away. He laughs haughtily as he bands an arm around my middle, trapping me.

“That’s exactly what I intend to do, little pest.” He lifts me up, positioning me so that I’m poised rightabove his cock, ready to take him in. I wiggle, trying to fuck myself down on it, but he stays notched at my entrance. “Now, you take this toy and hold it to your clit for me, darling. Don’t take it off, even after you come. I’m going to fuck you up and down on my cock, and I want to feel how many times you can choke and soak me with this hot little cunt, alright?”

Like he has to ask. I’m too pleasure-drunk to form words. I take the vibrator from him and press it to my clit, immediately feeling my receding orgasm come roaring back to life.

With my feet planted on the mattress, Ren grips my hips and starts rocking me up and down on his cock. In this position with my back to his front, his piercings drag along my g-spot with each stroke, and it only takes a handful more before I’m screaming, writhing, and coming, moaning out my pleasure as Ren continues his relentless fucking. With the vibe still on my clit, I don’t have a chance to come down before the next one is building, tighter and more dialed in than the first.

A sob breaks free as my legs begin to shake, and Ren massages my hips in his grip as he guides my body up and down, up and down. My second orgasm comes on a gush, hot and molten, piercing through me like a thousand painful and wonderful cuts. The vibrator falls from my hand and I’m unable to find it again, too lost in the shaking, blissful plane of heaven and hell I’ve ascended to.

It doesn’t seem to matter to Ren, even as the damnthing buzzes away wherever it landed. With a little finagling, he flips us and yanks my hips back so that my face is on the mattress and my ass is in the air, baring me to him. His hand caresses down the slope of my back, over my neck and into my hair, where he grips the strands at my scalp. It’s rough and soft at the same time, like a massage that I could easily fall asleep during. He slides back into me, burying his cock to the hilt as I cry out into the mattress. His pounding is rough and rhythmic as he holds tight to his control. I turn my head so he can hear my pleas.

“Come, Ren, please. I want to feel you coming inside me.”

“Not yet,” he grits out. “One more, love. Give me one more.”

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