Page 65 of Bounty
“Fuck,” he groaned.
Encouraged, I savored his salty flavor and took him deeper, stretching my lips around his girth. I noted what elicited the most reactions, repeating every action that made him swear under his breath. His muscles tightened and I understood his orgasm neared. I desperately wanted him to let go, so I took him deeper until his trimmed pubic hair tickled my nose. Each of my gags reminded me to relax my throat and breathe through my nose. Slice’s enormous cock made him almost impossible to deepthroat. However, I managed, and I loved the way he filled my mouth so completely.
“Fuck, Effie…feels so fucking good,” he panted. He held my head and pumped in and out of my mouth.
His breathing harshened and his muscles tautened. I sucked him harder. A guttural groan left him and his cock pulsed as his cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed every drop, breathing in his scent, my head spinning at his heady taste.
Pulling back, I looked at him through the sweep of my lashes, admiring his parted lips and hooded eyes. He helped me to my feet, and to my surprise, kissed me. In my limited experience, guys weren’t fond of kissing after blowjobs. Then again, they also hadn’t enjoyed going down on me, whereas Slice was a certified munch. Clearly, he was a different caliber of man.
His tongue pushed into my mouth. I’m sure he tasted himself on my tongue. His hands were everywhere, roaming over my curves before homing in on my breasts. As he groped my tits, he walked me to the bed. When my thighs hit the mattress, we separated, hurriedly undressing. Once we were both nude, he pushed me onto the bed, his eyes burning with hunger.
“Missed you so fucking much,” he growled, before his mouth descended on my nipple.
I moaned, arching into him as his tongue swirled around the pebbling bud. His hand slipped between my legs, two fingers easing inside of me as he worshipped my tits, lavishing each breast with plenty of attention. My hips bucked when his thumb met my clit, my cunt clinching around his invading digits.
“Don’t stop, please,” I whimpered, my orgasm rapidly building.
Try as I might, I couldn’t replicate the pleasure Slice gave me with my own fingers, and I was too nervous to own a sex toy in my parents’ house. It left me sensitive and wanting, gasping and writhing each time he moved his fingers.
He twisted his fingers just right, stimulating my G-spot and curling my toes. All the while, his thumb rubbed circles over my clit, and his mouth worshipped my breasts. The combined sensation hurled me toward ecstasy. He added a third finger.
“Slice,” I screamed. “Oh, holy fuck!” My body jerking, I gushed around him, stars dancing in my vision.
Slice released my nipple with a wet ‘pop,’ his eyes glued to my face as I rode out my orgasm. He gentled his motions, his hand finally stilling when the pleasure bordered on overstimulation.
“I need to be inside you,” he breathed, positioning myself between my thighs.
“I want you inside me,” I replied, licking my lips as he stroked his hard cock, spreading his precum around his shaft.
He must’ve gathered watching him touch himself was arousing. He began putting on more of a show for me. An idea spawned in my head, and before he could insert himself, I took advantage of his idling and pushed him down.
His hands flew to my hips as I straddled him. “What are you doing, sweetheart?”
“Riding you,” I said simply and sank down on him.
We both moaned. The way his cock stretched me made my head loll. Being on top not only allowed me to set the pace but helped him to go deeper and hit every pressure point.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his eyes mere slits.
I started moving my hips, resting my hands on his chest to steady myself. It took me a moment to find a rhythm that felt good for us both, but when I did, bliss exploded through my body. Not wanting to offend my neighbors on day one, I buried my face in his neck to muffle my moans.
“Oh my gosh!” I whimpered.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his grip on my hips digging into my skin as he guided my movements. “Keep fucking me like that.”
He grew more demanding, so I moved my hips faster, my body coiling tighter as I rode him like there was no tomorrow. His cock twitched inside me. Meeting me stroke for stroke, he thrust into me. The primal echo of skin slapping against skin bounced off the bedroom walls. Fucking quietly was an impossible task. It simply wasn’t feasible, with such electricity racing through my body.
“I’m close,” I announced, resting my forehead against his and looking into his eyes.
“Come for me, Effie,” he demanded, inserting a hand between our sweaty bodies and teasing my clit. “Soak my fucking cock, sweetheart.”
His ragged voice, naughty demand, and delicious touch catapulted me over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me and I cried out. My body convulsed, and my nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped indents.
“Fuck, yes!” he roared, his hips slamming into mine one final time before his cum flooded my walls.
Thank God for birth control, the proud sponsor of worry-free creampies.
When my pleasure started to wane, I collapsed onto his chest. Trembling, I struggled to catch my breath. Slice slung an arm around my waist, holding me close while we recovered from our earth-shattering orgasms.
