Page 142 of Torrid Passion
I not only mark her mouth, but a few drops drip, marking her glorious tits.
God.
My heart is beating so loudly, I’m sure she can hear it.
When my breathing slows down, I drop to my knees and cup her face with one hand. I brush over her pussy with the other, tracing her lips before sliding a finger between them. I take my time teasing her. I skate around her clit languorously, enjoying how she wiggles her hips around in the hopes I’ll hit her clit. Without warning, I plunge my fingers inside her pussy, stretching her.
Her breath hitches.
When I stroke a spot deep inside her, she makes a sweet little gurgling noise. I linger, rubbing that place over and over, relentlessly increasing her needy hunger.
“Oh. Oh. Oh,” she chants, her head lolling back.
“You want to sit on my cock so I can hit your G-spot again?”
“God, yes.”
The way she comes off like a rocket when she reaches her climax when she’s on top is a thing of beauty.
“Ten inches of meat comes in handy,” I chuckle.
She responds with a lazy smile.
I bring two fingers glistening with her wetness to eye level.
“My little slut is drenched. You eagerly swallowed me down. You liked my cum coating your mouth?”
“That was hot,” she pants.
Unable to resist, I take her lips with mine. My tongue sweeps in, stroking hers in a passionate dance. Gripping her hair, I pull her head back, giving me a better angle to take her mouth and I relish her whimpering sobs. I fist her hair a little tighter, exerting my dominance over her as I deepen the kiss.
“You wanna come?” I ask breaking our embrace.
“Yes.”
“You want me to make you come?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Ask me.”
“Make me come.”
“Tsk. Is that how my slut asks nicely?”
“Please,” she adds quickly.
“Please who?”
“Please, Loki.”
“Now ask like a good girl.”
“Please, Loki, make me come.”
“Much better. First, clean my fingers.”
I watch with hooded lids as she licks off her sweet slickness.
