Page 31 of Bad Seed
“Yes, yes…right there! Yes!”
Blue fire flickers off the shoulders and wild hair of the man eating me out like I’m the last fruit pie in the world. Aubry wastes no damn time getting right to my clit. He teases me at first, his tongue testing every possible position from a soft lap to a pointed tip flicking across the whole nerve.
That last one nearly sends me leaping onto his face. I make it an inch off of the couch when palms that were propping up my thighs clamp down. He catches and holds me right next to his mouth. There’s no escape.
Fuck, who wants to escape? I’d rather die here.
He kneads his thumbs down my thighs, working my legs wider apart. I bite my lip, my hands flailing. I want to grab his hair, to pull him back and forth for guidance. But he doesn’t need any.
I can’t tell if it’s been five minutes or five hours. All I know are the flickering flames, the swipe of his wet hair between my thighs, and his hot tongue licking every inch of my throbbing pussy. The world could have exploded into a zombie apocalypse, and I wouldn’t know or care. My bare ass hovers above the cushion, the wet dress hiked up to give him all access. And he takes every advantage.
Aubry’s teasing me, lapping up and over my clit before hovering right back and sucking. I whimper pathetically every time he slows, then beg for mercy when he speeds up. My pussy clenches, remembering the cock that was just inside of it. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have both his cock and mouth at the same time.
Just as I let that thought flit through my imagination, Aubry thrusts two of his fingers inside of me. Testing like before, he starts shallow, then moves deep.
“Ye-ah!” I cry out when he melds inside and out into perfect harmony.
His lips spread across my vulva with a devious grin. In that second, I whimper at his loss. Digging my heels into his back, I try to climb my way toward his tongue.
Three thick fingers thrust into me, and he sucks my clit. I wait for him to release like before, but he’s not backing down.
Fuck.
Fuck me.
I can’t… I’m gonna die here. Spread out on the face of the world’s most perfect man.
Yes. Yes!
“Yes! Please. Oh, my—” My body boils, the fever of the orgasm erupting out of the pot and washing over me. “Wahoo!” I scream.
The coyotes howl back with me.
Aubry peers out from between my legs. I can see he’s looking around, but have no idea why. Instead of a quick kick of pleasure, I keep getting pitched back into the ocean by the rolling waves. “Holy…” I moan, wanting to praise him, but my body’s melted.
Boneless, I tumble toward the cement.
“What is—?” He locks his arms around me, keeping me from the threat of concrete on sensitive bits. “Why don’t we take this inside?”
“Hmm? It’s not over?” My face is buzzing from all my panting, and I can barely feel my toes. Surely he’s numb after crouching for so long.
“I told you.” Aubry hefts me up like a bride, and carries me toward the back door. “All night.”
“Holy shit… Yes!”
We stumble through the dining room with a table that looks like it’s never been used. All the chairs are pushed tight against the wood. Aubry stares at it a moment, and I stretch up to kiss him. The taste of me is all over his mouth. Tiny shivers ping down my spine at the thought of more to come.
“Here?” I ask, ready to shove a chair or two aside and fuck him on the banquet table meant for a fancy dinner party. The idea of lords and ladies watching as he rams the tureens of sauces with my bare ass makes me blush and also burn.
Just shove that vase aside and let’s get at it.
Aubry tips, his arms getting heavy with me, before he stands tall. “No. I’ve got a better idea.”
“Is it the bedroom?” I plead, curious what kind of bed this man has. Four posts to tie me by my arms and wrists for his sacrifice? A leather headboard with rings to attach all kinds of straps to? Maybe it levitates so it’ll feel like he’s fucking on the moon.
“Are you so eager to fall asleep?” he asks, a soft chuckle lifting his words.
“What do you think?” I ask and run my teeth up the bottom of his jaw. As I reach his chin and bite, he groans. My body twists in his arms. I can’t tell if I’m doing it or him. All I know is I go from his hands cupping under my ass to my bare pussy splayed over his stomach. I swear, his abs tremble when I clench my thighs over his waist and try to climb.
