Page 48 of The Breaking Pointe
and sucks the juices off.
“It’s too bad that I like it,” he rasps. “Listen to you. Your voice is trembling,” he says, pulling the panties down my
thighsnow.
“I haven’t had this much affection in a long time,” I say, now covering my eyes with both my hands.
“So lemme ease you into it, baby. I wanna take my time. Not rush you through it,” he whispers, grabbing my hands away from my face. “And I wanna see all of you, while I’m doing it.”He brings his face closer to mine, pulling his boxers down until his dick bobs out from its confines.
Hetosseshisboxerstotheside,raisingmylegsover his shoulders before kissing the throbbing entrance of my pool of moisture. His large tongue doesn’t wait any longer, gliding along my moistened slit.
My legs tighten around his head almost instantly, hoping to lock him in. Slurping my folds into his mouth, his tongue catches my nub, too, sucking and making out with every part of me he can.I want to watch, but I don’t think I can.
I can’t even keep my eyes open. It’s too good. Good isn’t even close to describing how this feels.
He slides a finger inside me, moaning as he does, then pulling away.I squeeze my eyes closed, letting out an estranged, blissful moan.After one, I couldn’t help but keep moaning, unable to control them.
“That’s it, let it all out, princess. Don’t be shy,” he says, adding another finger, then curling them into my G-spot.
I snatch his wrist, going to close my legs but his other hand stops them.
“Don’t even think about it.”He chuckles.
His fingers begin to repeatedly curl inside me, and seconds later, I start to pant.My legs develop an onset of shakes that I’m no longer able to hold back.
“Keep going, please…” I plead, shifting my hips into his
rhythm.
I feel his face come into the crick of my neck, kissing my collar. “You want more, don’t you?” he husks.
I nod like I’m ready to explode.“Yes, yes, I need it…” I whine into his ear.
“It doesn’t sound like you want it bad enough,” he breathes against my skin, kissing it between his words.
His fingers start to push deeper, then slowly he pulls them out—but not all the way. He continues to kiss my bare chest, listening to me.
“I want it—please!”I cry out.
“Tell me again,” he says to me. “How bad do you want it, baby?”
“I want you so bad. Please,” I beg, breathlessly. “Please fuck me.”I moan my last words, gasping as he pulls his fingers out of me, shoving them in his mouth.
He gently grabs my jaw with one of his hands, kissing my mouth before pressing his forehead against mine as he grabs one of my hands.
“You’re so pretty when you moan like that, you know?” he whispers to me.
I didn’t know that I could feel butterflies at the same time as being so incredibly horny for someone.He’s being so gentle with me, like I’m some porcelain doll and he’s afraid I’ll break. Every move he makes is done with caution.
My eyes open as his sentence ends. He rubs my lips with his thumb, observing my face.
“Your fingers make it hard to be quiet,” I whisper in a softer voice than his, feeling him poke at my entrance.
“Do they?” he pushes my hair back and out of my face. I nod.
He reaches between us, aiming himself just right. I watch his face become concentrated before looking at me again.
“I have condoms. If you want me to…you know,” he says. “Okay.” I nod.
