Page 46 of Her Name in Red
“Fuck, Riggs, yes,” she pants, grinding against my face. “Right there. Don't you fucking move.”
I stay exactly where I am, sucking her while I slide two fingers inside her dripping pussy. She's so fucking wet, taking me easily, her walls gripping me. I curl my fingers, finding that spongy spot inside her that makes her whole body jerk.
“Jesus fucking—” she cuts herself off with a moan that's so loud I'm pretty sure my neighbors can hear. I don't give a shit. Let them hear. Let the whole fucking building know that I'm the one making Maren Marino fall apart.
“You like that?” I ask against her slick flesh, my fingers still working inside her. “Like when I finger-fuck you while I suck on this pretty pussy?”
“Shut up and keep going,” she gasps, her nails digging into my scalp. “Add another finger. Stretch me.”
I obey without hesitation, sliding a third finger in alongside the others. She's so tight around me, her pussy squeezing my fingers like she never wants to let go. I pump them in and out, as I imagine how good she’d feel around my cock, how she’d grip me and milk me dry.
“You like being stuffed full, don't you?” I murmur against her, my breath hot on her sensitive flesh.
“Fuck yes,” she hisses, rolling her hips to meet my thrusts. “Deeper, goddamnit.”
“Christ, you're greedy,” I growl, watching her take my fingers. “Fucking insatiable.”
She laughs, the sound breaking into a moan.
I graze my teeth over her sensitive bud, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. Her thighs clamp around my head like a vise, her body trembling.
“Fuck, Riggs, just like that.”
I've never been with anyone as vocal as Maren. Every girl I've fucked before was all breathy sighs and demure moans. But Maren? She's a goddamn score of filth, each cry and curse driving me fucking wild. My cock is throbbing, desperate for attention, but I'm too lost in her to care.
“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” I mumble against her, my tongue flat against her clit as I pump my fingers faster. “Could eat you for fucking hours.”
“Then do it,” she challenges, her hand gripping my hair so tight it stings. “Make me come with that pretty mouth of yours. Show me you're good for something besides hockey and looking hot.”
I laugh against her cunt; the vibrations making her squirm. “So fucking bossy.”
“You love it,” she retorts, grinding harder against my face. “Now shut up and make me come.”
I redouble my efforts, focusing on what makes her react the most. I curl my fingers inside her, massaging while I flick my tongue rapid-fire across her clit. Her juices is coating my chin, running down my wrist, making the most obscene sounds as I finger-fuck her.
“Oh god,” she moans, louder than before.
I stay exactly where I am, working her with my fingers and tongue in the way she wants. Her body starts to tense, her thighs quivering on either side of my head.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants, her voice rising with each repetition. “I'm gonna cum. Make me cum, Riggs. You gonna drink it down like a good boy?”
Her words are like a match to gasoline, setting fire to whatever self-control I had left. I'm so fucking turned on I can barely think straight, my hips grinding unconsciously against nothing as I work her pussy with my mouth and fingers.
“Fuck yeah, I'm gonna drink it all,” I growl against her clit, my cock throbbing painfully with each word she says. “Give it to me, my nightmare. Fucking flood my mouth.”
Her thighs begin to shake violently on either side of my head, her stomach muscles tightening as she lifts her hips off the couch. She's fucking my face now, grinding her cunt against my mouth with desperate, jerky movements. Her hand in my hair is painful, but I don't care—the sting just adds to the overwhelming sensation of having her fall apart because of me.
“Oh god, oh fuck, Riggs!” she cries out, her voice higher than I've ever heard it.
And then it happens. Her entire body goes rigid, back arching off the couch like she's been electrocuted. Her pussy clenches so hard around my fingers that they're forced out, and before I can even register what's happening, a hot gush of liquid hits the back of my throat.
“Holy fucking shit,” I gasp as she fucking squirts straight into my mouth, the taste of her flooding me. It's everywhere—coating my chin, running down my neck, hitting the cuts she left earlier. I open my mouth wider, desperate to catch it all, to swallow every drop of her release like it's the most precious fucking thing I've ever tasted.
The sight of her coming undone, the sound of her screaming my name, the taste of her orgasm on my tongue—it's all too much. My cock jerks violently in my sweats, and before I can even get a hand on myself, I'm fucking cumming. Hard.
“Fuck, Maren, I'm—fuck!” I groan against her pulsing cunt as my own orgasm tears through me. Hot spurts flood my sweats, making a sticky mess that I couldn't give less of a fuck about right now. My hips jerk helplessly, humping the air like some desperate animal as I shoot my load into my pants.
I'm coming untouched, just from eating her out, just from the taste of her squirting down my throat. It's the most intense fucking orgasm I've ever had in my life, and I didn't even have to touch my dick. That's what she does to me—turns me into a desperate, cum-drunk mess with just her words and her taste.
