Page 64 of Bite Your Tongue

“Don’t stop,” she hisses, tilting her chin up greedily.

Bringing my mouth back to her heat, I loop my arms around her legs, spreading her wider and working her back and forth on my tongue. I keep my eyes on her fingertips as she continues to play with her tits, crying out louder as she gazes down at my face.

“Give it to me right now,” I rasp. “Come on, Brat. Give this slutty pussy what it wants. Come for me.”

Her back arches, pushing off the table, and her hands drop from her tits to try to grasp anything she can latch on to. She screams out as her pussy squeezes around my tongue, pulsating against my mouth. One more moan, and I’m going to be a fucking goner.

She cries out once more, and that’s it. I groan against her heat while my dick explodes inside my briefs, bouncing as cum shoots from my cock while I get to watch, hear, taste, and feel her come into my mouth. She practically put all of my fucking senses to use, and because of that, I came without even having my dick touched.

When her pussy stops throbbing and her moans turn to erratic breaths, slowly, I release her legs and slide back before standing.

“Best meal I’ve had in weeks, Brat.” I wink. “Thanks for keeping me well fed.”

Her chest rises and falls sharply as she looks at me, trying to catch her breath.

“I came so hard,” she squeaks.

“Me too,” I say, smirking when a look of shock crosses her face.

“Wait, you did? From—”

“Eating your pussy?” I stop her. “Sure did. My cock exploded when you started playing with your tits and moaned loudly.” I shrug. “What can I say? I really love to eat.”

I hold out my hand and help her sit up, pressing my lips to her cheek. “We should probably sneak out of here soon. I’m pretty sure I heard the door to the room beside us close a few minutes ago.”

Backing away, I look around the room for paper towels. “But first, I need to clean myself up.”

I walk toward a set of cupboards in the corner and find a roll. Undoing my pants, I slip them and my soaked briefs off. I don’t even try to salvage my briefs; instead, I toss them in the garbage and grab the paper towels. Just as I wipe myself clean, a set of hands slides around my waist, and I feel Saylor’s tits against my back.

“I saw you lock the door, big guy. So, I’d say we’re safe,” she says in a seductive tone. “You came in your pants, but I really wanted you to come inside of me. Inside what’syours.” She plants a kiss on my flesh. “You know, now that you have declared your love for me and all, just seems like the right way to end the evening.”

I stare down at my cock as it quickly hardens, bouncing from her saying that her pussy is mine. She skates her hands lower, barely hovering over my dick, before slowly turning me around to face her.

“You didn’t let me clean you up,” she breathes out. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

Pushing her hair back, she sinks to her knees, never taking her eyes off me. “At least let me get your cock nice and wet because you’re going to fuck me, Ryder. I don’t care if someone walks in. I’m not leaving here until you give me what we both need.”

As she opens her mouth and leans toward my cock, I press my ass back against the small countertop and watch the show as she sucks on my dick.

Grabbing my hand, she positions it on the back of her head, and I fist her hair in my fingertips, pulling back roughly because that’s what she wants.

When it comes to Saylor, it doesn’t matter that I came minutes ago. My cock is already begging for another release.

She slides her mouth from my dick and licks down to my balls, dragging her tongue over them. But when she sees a bit of pre-cum spilling from my cock, she licks her way back up my length, running her tongue over it.

I yank harder on her hair, forcing her upward and against me. “You keep sucking my dick like that, and I’m never going to have the chance to come inside that tight pussy,” I growl against her mouth. “You said you don’t care if anyone walks in, Brat?” I drop my hand from her hair and move it to her neck. “So then, you’ll let me fuck you right against that picture window that looks out into the hallway, right?” I nod toward the window.

I expect to see at least a hint of nervousness in her eyes, but instead, she just looks at me and nods, just like I knew she would.

“Let them look. I don’t care.”

I walk her backward until we’re at the window. Spinning her around, I push her tits against the glass—thankful as fuck that no one can see because I don’t want any motherfucker to look at what’s mine. I nudge the tip against her entrance, and rapidly, it pulls me inside. Wrapping a hand around her neck, I thrust my hips, pushing my cock deeper.

“Fuck, I missed this tight pussy,” I choke out. “Feels so good to be back inside of you.”

“Ah,” she moans. “Yes…”

“Greedy girl, just couldn’t help but have a taste of my cock, could you?” I growl into her ear. “You love being on your knees and worshipping my dick, don’t you, Saylor?”

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