Page 6 of Spinning Out Of Control

She opens her mouth to retort, but when I press my nose to the rise of her clit through her panties and inhale deeply, her words die on a whimper.

I yank the soaked panel of her panties to the side, taking in the sight of her gorgeous, silky wetness. I lean in, teasing the swollen bud of her clit with the tip of my tongue, barely applying pressure until she’s squirming, whining, gripping my hair and trying to force me closer.

And then, I feast.

I flatten my tongue, dragging it from her dripping entrance and up to her clit, swirling and sucking it between my lips. She’s vocal with her pleasure, spurring me on with moans and gasps and ‘fuck, yes, Ren, more’. She tastes like how she dances–sweet, sexy and sinful, thrusting her hips up into my face, fucking my mouth in earnest. My hips move over their own volition in time with her thrusts and I reach down to palm myself, to relieve a bit of the ache building in my groin. With my other hand, I push two fingers inside ofher, breaching her tight entrance and curling them forward.

“Fuck, Ren. I’m so close. Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop, make me come.”

Her words melt into a babbling mess as I bring her higher and higher with my tongue, lavishing her cunt until she’s screaming and soaking my chin. She holds me there, fingers tangled tightly in my hair as she grinds out her orgasm against my mouth. I slow my movements as she comes down, going from a furious licking to gentle kisses and nibble around her sweet, swollen pussy.

When she lets go of my hair, I push off my knees and capture her mouth with mine. She licks herself off me, sucking and biting my bottom lip like a starved woman. I reach between us, going for the zipper on my slacks, but Kira swats my hand away and cups me.

“Not yet,” she whispers, and then her hands are at my shoulders, pushing me back to the ground. “You’ve got more work to do. I need at least one more orgasm before I even think about letting you come.”

I groan, agony and ecstasy swirling in my body as I sink to my knees and go back for seconds of my new favorite meal.

I know for a fact that I will never be the same.

3

KIRA

Reckless. That’s the only way to describe the terrifying, addicting feeling coursing through me as I thread my fingers back into this relative stranger’s hair and guide his talented mouth back to my pussy. I stopped doing the random hookup thing a long time ago when I realized that my battery-operated boyfriends got the job done better than any dude I bothered getting it on with.

I knew Ren wouldn’t leave me hanging, though. No man could focus that intently on another person for so long andnothave the skill to deliver in the orgasm department. Unless they’re a serial killer, of course. And honestly, I don’t give a shit if this dude does kill me right now, so long as he makes me come again before he does it.

My entire body is tingling, molten and strung-tight at the same. The first orgasm made me warm, gooey, and pliant. Three words I wouldn’t usually use todescribe myself. Now, as the second one builds, I feel the tense, tight need to explode burning in my stomach. It’s almost unfair how good Ren is at this, eating my pussy with his entire face in a way that is skilled and not sloppy.

His tongue tickles my clit while his lips wrap around it, suctioning in a way that makes my back bow. His nose and chin press into me, providing something wonderful and stable for me to grind against, as well as a delicious burn from his stubble on my sensitive skin. A ridiculous feeling of jealousy passes over me as I briefly wonder how many other women have reaped the benefits of this pussy-eating champ, but it’s washed away as soon as Ren hooks two fingers inside me.

He presses hard against my g-spot and my world bursts into technicolor. A raw, feral scream erupts from my lungs as my orgasm tears through me like a violent attack on my senses. I feel myself gush, wetness pooling under me and down my thighs as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure crashes through me. My head spins, my mind blanks, and I am nothing but a vessel for carnal delights.

It could be seconds, or it could be days before my body and mind come back online, though the edges of my vision are still fuzzy when I peek down between my legs to find Ren kissing and licking my inner thighs. A shiver runs through me, and the hypersensitivity almost forces my reflexes to kick in and hit him in the face with my foot.

Instead, I wrangle my waning self-control and place my foot on his shoulder instead, slowly pushing him away from my legs.

He looks up at me with a Cheshire cat smile, his eyes glazed over and lips glistening with me.

I snap a mental picture for the spank bank. I will certainly be diddling myself to images of Warren Yates on his knees, covered in my cum until I’m too old and arthritic to rub my own clit.

“You…you clearly have a demon inside of you. There is no reason for you to be so fucking good at that,” I say, pushing his shoulder with my foot. “Up. Get up. I need to perform an exorcism.”

“An exorcism?” Ren laughs as he stands. I follow him on wobbly feet, still feeling less human and more Jell-O from the orgasms. I shove him against the nearest wall and drop to my knees, fumbling with his belt and the zipper of his slacks as I go.

“Yes, an exorcism. I’m going to suck the demon and your soul out of your cock so that no other woman will ever have to endure the kind of brain-numbing orgasms I just experienced.” I finally get his pants loose and wiggle them down over his hips. All the while, Ren stares down at me with an intoxicating reverence in his crystal blue gaze. I press my face to the bulge in his black briefs, wanting to tease him with my tongue through the fabric. When I feel a bump where I’m expecting the cliché velvet-wrapped steel, I pause.

“Please tell me you’re not part toad,” I say, glancingup and arching a brow at the man in front of me. He laughs again, and it’s such a wonderfully pleasant and infectious sound that I laugh, too. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much while hooking up with someone. It’s a pity it’s just a one-night stand.

“I’m not part toad, love,” he says as he pushes down his briefs. His cock springs free, nearly taking my eye out as it bobs between us. A glint of something shiny catches the light from the window, and my jaw hits the floor.

“Holy fucking hell, you’re pierced,” I whisper in awe, fisting his cock and holding it up so I can take a good, long look at the Jacob’s ladder adorning the underside. Eight barbells, decorated with sapphire gems that match his eyes, perfectly placed and shimmering from the base of his dick all the way up to right below the leaking head.

I stare at the beauty of this magical, unicorn, bejeweled cock for so long that I’m almost certain I’ve begun to drool.

“I am. Is that a problem for you, Kira?” He asks, concern lacing his voice.

Is that a problem?!

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