Page 18 of Guarding The Phoenix: Vol. 1

He released my nipple with a pop. “You’re beautiful, Angel. I could suck on your tits all night and die a happy man.” He swiped his tongue over the distended bud.

“Please. I want to taste you.” I strained against the belt.

“Fuck, you’re killing me here.” He slid his gaze to my face. “Are you that hungry for my cock, Angel? You want me to fuck that mouth?”

I nodded. “Yes. That’s what I want.”

He flicked his tongue one final time over my nipple. Then he shifted and re-positioned his body. He moved and kneeled near my head. But then he turned, so he was facing the foot of the bed. He undid the belt, releasing my wrists. “In order for this to work, I need your hands free. Now I want you to tilt your head back slightly for me.”

I did as he instructed as understanding dawned.

“Good.” He positioned his thighs on either side of my head. Then he gripped his monster dick. “Open wide for me.”

On his command, I dropped my bottom lip. I flicked my tongue against his crease on the tip, lapping up the drop of pre-cum. He hissed out a groan. And then fed his shaft inside my hungry mouth. It was a tight fit. Painful even as he challenged my gag reflex and stretched my jaw. But it didn’t stop me from moaning around his staff. I wanted to suck his cock, not because I had to keep the peace, but because I wanted to suck all his monster inches.

He thrust slowly, giving me a chance to become familiar with his sheer girth. My god, I practically had to unhinge my jaw to suck his shaft.

“That’s it, Angel. Fuck, your mouth feels so good. But you can take more of me and let me fuck that throat.” He pumped his dick, gliding deeper, pushing past my gag reflex. Tears streamed from my eyes. But I enjoyed his cock in my mouth in a way I never did with Carlos. But then, it had always been about his pleasure.

Axel leaned forward changing the angle of his penetration, gliding even deeper as he rhythmically fucked my mouth. His massive hands caressed my torso, heading for my pussy.

“I can’t wait any longer. I need to know how you taste,” he murmured, still slowly thrusting into my mouth.

He parted my thighs with his big hands. Then used his thumbs to part my labia. His hot breath ghosted over my intimate flesh. “God, look at you. All pink and wet and all for me.”

I moaned around his thrusting shaft at the first swipe of his tongue over my clit. And it struck me that I was experiencing my very first sixty-nine. It must look so fucking lewd, with his cock in my mouth and his face planted in my pussy.

My hands moved, needing to touch him. They met with the rock-hard muscle of his thighs. I slid my hands to his thick ass, gripping tight, moaning as he sucked on my clit.

This was more than the simple fuck I thought I would get. This was decadent depravity. And I fucking loved it. I lost myself in pleasure. Whimpering and moaning around his big dick while his tongue lapped at my pussy as if it was his favorite dessert that he intended to savor.

But Axel withdrew his shaft, moving his big body yet again. I reached for him, craving his cock in my mouth. “Where?”

“I don’t want to come in your mouth the first time. And if we keep that up, I will. I want to come buried inside this sweet pussy.”

I moaned low. Because it was what I wanted too. I wanted everything he would give me.

“But I’m not done tasting you yet,” he murmured on a low growl, diving face-first into my pussy like a rabid dog. He ate my pussy with relish, sliding his tongue over and around my clit, before plunging inside my sheath.

Thank god he left my hands free. I cupped his bald head, grinding my pussy against his mouth, whimpering, writhing, aching for more.

Mindless. That’s what he made me. Stripping my thoughts away one stroke of his tongue at a time. Gripping my thighs, he lapped at my clit, holding me in place until I screamed as my release barreled through me.

Only he didn’t stop. Not even as my orgasm eroded away.

“Axel. Please.”

“Not yet. Fuck, you taste so good. I can’t get enough of this pussy,” Axel growled. Then he fucking ravaged my pussy. There was no other word for it.

Like my pussy held the keys to eternal life, and he wanted to devour me. Before I could process, he had me coming. Again.

My clit swelled painfully. But did he stop?

Nope. He kept lashing my swollen nub. Thrusting his tongue in deep until I was a whimpering, writhing mess.

“Please, Axel. No more. I need you to fuck me.” I stared down at his head buried between my thighs.

He lifted his face, his chin coated with my cream, his eyes hooded with lust. He teased my clit with a slow drag of his tongue. “Do you think you’ve earned my cock?”

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