Page 65 of Who's Playing You
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he mumbled against my clit and started licking up the very obvious cream he referred to earlier. I felt him lick between his two fingers that he scissored inside of me, adding his tongue in the space that my opening allowed. I was overwhelmed with the sensation of it all and began chanting his name in some new language.
His tongue dipped into my channel, in and out, and then he began alternating that move with flattening his tongue and lapping up every bit ofcream, as he liked to refer to it, he had me producing. Licking me from my back hole to my clit, sucking my clit with such precision, before returning to my channel.
My whole body was shaking. I was quite literally vibrating.
He then shook his head in quick but small motions as if he were doing some sort of pussy motorboating motion, but theresult of it?Oh my fucking sweet baby Jesus. The man had me coming, and coming - and then coming some more.
I didn’t think I could handle any more but as I started coming he sucked my clit into his mouth, applying gentle pressure with his teeth while his index and middle fingers bottomed out inside my channel again and his thumb massaged my back hole.
I once again screamed out, which I worried that the entirety of New Hope would hear me.
“That’s it honey, let her come for me. Just like that,” he said as he lapped up all of the fresh cream he was squeezing from my body. “Now she’s ready for me,” he said as he took one final swipe between my pussy lips, then straightened up to his full height, letting my legs slip to either side of his hips.
I just lay there, my vision still blurry, and still moaning in pure ecstasy.
When I was able to see again, I looked up at him and saw that he had his steel rod in his hands. He brought it to my drenched pussy lips, and rubbed it up and down them which only triggered another smaller quake of an orgasm from me.
“Mm, we can’t have any ofmycream go to waste, beautiful. He wanted some of it too,” he said through clenched teeth.
He swiped his head from my opening up towards my clit and when he did, I felt the rungs of his ladder brush against my hyper sensitive skin, which just had me moaning yet again. “Are you ready?” He was asking, but he wasn’t really asking.
He was warning me that now it was his turn.
I still hadn’t regained feeling in my limbs so I just stared at his beautifully glistening cock as he pulled him back a fraction from my spent pussy and he began stroking him. When I looked at his face, he was watching me. “Let’s watch together when I mark you, claim you.”
And with that, we both looked down to where our bodies were almost joined. His hand stroked from root to tip and that’sall it took because hot and sticky spurts of his cum hit my mound. He continued to milk his cock and the next spurts hit my leaking pussy lips, and my mound again. I felt the sticky liquid begin to drip down between my folds, coating all of me in the process.
“Hot dayum, baby. That’s the most picture perfect thing I’ve ever seen,” he grunted out as his dick twitched and one last spurt of his cum shot out and landed just above my mound this time.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork. My right hand began moving, descending, and my index finger swiped through that last spurt of his release, which I smeared up towards my belly button.
“Damn, woman. That’s so fucking sexy,” he grunted out. “Even though that’s a fantasy come true, here, let’s bring our little friend back to play,” he said as he grabbed the paintbrush from earlier. I let my hand drop as he gently swept the brush over my taught nipples - first one, then the other - before brushing down between the valley of my breasts.
Once the bristles reached my mound, he swirled the brush into his cum and literally painted my lower abdomen with it. He then gently brushed the bristles lower, over my pussy lips where his cum clung like it belonged there. He brushed it between my folds, swirling it around my clit, which only made the sensitive bundle reactivate and shoot messages to my body that I was in for another round of pleasure.
“Look at that, so beautiful,” he said as he tilted his head to the side and examined his masterpiece. “Your cream mixes so beautifully with mine - it’s like a piece of art. I bet it tastes delicious too,” he hummed to himself.
He let the brush drop to the floor, presumably the bristles of it drenched in our combined sticky fluids. But he dropped it only to replace it with his index and middle fingers, which yet againresumed stroking between my folds. “So beautiful,” he said with such reverence and awe.
His fingers massaged my pussy walls, which only had me moaning yet again. Then his fingers slipped inside my channel once more, where he rubbed his fingertips up and down my inner walls. They slipped out momentarily to rub my lips, circle my clit, and then returned to my channel where this time he arched his fingers and hit me in just the right way, which had little starbursts erupting behind my eyes.
But I fought them, because I couldn’t take my eyes off him and what he was doing to me.
He dipped his head as his fingers opened up my folds, revealing all of me to him. His flattened tongue circled my rim before dipping it into my channel, where he once more went in and out, in and out with the tip of his tongue. He then continued his journey up to my clit, where he collected as much of our fluids before placing kisses on my lower stomach, the side of my breast, the hollow of my throat and then he hovered above my face.
“Open,” he commanded.
I immediately opened my mouth to him as he continued to hover above me. He opened his mouth and I saw our cream. I stuck my tongue out to receive it as it dripped down from his extended tongue. As soon as it touched my tongue, a thunderbolt of taste erupted in my mouth, it was tangy, salty and sweet.
He didn’t even let me fully take it all from his lips and tongue before he crushed his lips to mine, sealing our mouths together and letting our tongues dance yet again.
27
NICK SOBA
Ihummed out a tune while I swayed us back and forth. My chin rested on Scottie’s shoulder as I held her tight to me from behind, my hands wrapped around her waist leading her from left to right by mere inches.
“As lovely as this is,” she said as she tried to stir the sauce in front of us on the stove. “I think the sauce will just start to burn if we don’t stop,” she warned on a giggle.
