Page 21 of Maid to Desire
“Wh--What?” My voice was mouse-like.
“I want to taste what’s mine,” he repeated, helping me stand up.
My legs trembled as I removed my shoes, pants, and thong. Hesitantly, I stood beside the couch. He laid on the couch and gestured me over to him. I stood frozen in place.
“Sit on my face,” he ordered.
Nerves filled me. I didn’t want to squish--
Smack!My ass stung from the strike. I rubbed the spot he had hit but he grabbed my hand.
“No, ma’am. That’s punishment for you thinking negatively about yourself and not doing what I told you to.” He gestured again for me to sit on his face.
Taking a deep breath, I climbed onto the couch and straddled his face.
“Mmm. You smell heavenly,” he said. His warm breath brushed against my thighs and pussy.
“Tyler,” I moaned.
“Yes, Beautiful?”
“Taste me.”
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“Yes, ma’am,”he chuckled then licked from my wetness up to my clit. “Delicious.”
“Fuck,” I whispered, steading my hands on the couch to keep my weight off him.
“I don’t think so,” he growled, grabbing my ass and pulling me down on top of him fully.
I began to protest, but his tongue sliding in and out of my pussy had all of my thoughts escaping me. He licked and sucked my pussy as though he was a starving man and me his last meal.
“Tyler,” I moaned. He said nothing, only squeezed my ass and continued to take my body to ecstasy.
How the hell had I gotten so lucky to find a man like Tyler? A man who knew how to please a woman’s body. A man who knew how to cater to a woman’s wants and needs. Tyler was perfect.
“Ride my face,” Tyler murmured between my thighs.
He moved my ass up and down. My pussy rubbed against his lips and tongue adding to the sensation. Slowly, I rocked my hips finding the perfect pace.
“Tyler. Mmm. That feels good,” I moaned, gripping the arm of the couch.
My body trembled as I rode his face. My breasts bounced with every movement and I found myself lost in the moment. Not caring about anything except coming all over him.
“Give me it,” he moaned, slapping my ass with both his hands.
As commanded, my body quaked as an intense orgasm rocketed through me. Tyler’s name echoed off the walls as I screamed it at the top of my lungs. My nails clawed the couch as I rode my orgasm through the climax and back down.
“Fuck. That was amazing,” I gasped and attempted to stand up, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate. I began to fall off the couch. Tyler wrapped his arms around me, keeping me upright.
“I gotcha, Beautiful,” he said, standing up with me in his arms.
“My hero,” I gushed with a huge smile, making him laugh.
“Am I just your hero?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, looking at him.
