Page 86 of Loving the Sinner
Heslowly pulls my running shorts and panties down my legs, tossing them somewhere behind him.
“Fuuuck. Your poor pussy’s weeping for me baby. Who made her so wet?” He asks, tracing a single finger on the outside of my labia, but never making contact where I need him.
“You did!” I moan.
“Hmmm. That’s right. Your favorite artist made this pussy wet. Anyone else make you this wet?”
“No one else. Only you. Please!”
“That’s right,” he growls and licks me from my asshole to my clit, “only I can make you this wet. This pussy’s mine now. Got it?”
“But-but you’re on tour-” I say, trying to play into the imaginary scenario. My mind is already jumbled from being so turned on I can’t think straight.
He gives my pussy a light slap. “I don’t care if I’m on tour. This pussy’s mine. Made for my tongue to lick. Made for my fingers to fuck. Made for my cock to fill up.”
I moan, unable to think of anything else to say.
“Say it, Elli. Say you’re mine, or I’m going to leave you wet and dripping and you can watch me spill my come onto those tits instead.”
“I’m yours, Wes! My pussy, my body, my heart, it’s all yours! I need more, please-”
I can’t even finish my sentence because Wes dives in and eats my pussy like it holds the answers to the universe.
He licks, sucks, and nibbles my clit and my lips so thoroughly I feel like I’m going to combust if I don’t come soon. Just when I’m about to beg for more, he slips his middle and ring finger inside, pumping them at just the right speed that I orgasm instantly, releasing a rush of liquid that he laps up like it’s water.
“Fuck yes baby. That was so hot. You gonna let your favorite musician fuck this pussy?”
“Yes, need your cock so bad.” I whimper, sitting up to pull his shirt off.
He undoes his belt as I pull off his shirt, and his chin is still glistening with my arousal. I pull him down on top of me and pull his mouth to mine, tasting myself and moaning against him.
“Shit, I don’t have a condom.” He says, pouting.
Right. Role play.
“I’m clean and on birth control.” I say with my best flirtatious smirk.
He rocks his hips and runs his cock through my soaking entrance, the tip nudging my swollen clit.
“That’s dangerous for someone famous like me. What if you’re trying to trap me with a baby?”
“I would nev-” I begin to protest, but he doesn’t let me finish because he pushes himself inside me to the hilt in one motion.
“Guess that’s a risk I’ll have to take. Fuck me, your pussy fits me like a glove. You really were made for me.” He groans, fucking me in slow strokes.
I wrap my legs around his lean waist to urge him to go faster. He takes both of my hands in one of his and pins them above my head, balancing on one hand as he starts to speed up.
“Fuck I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fuck another pussy again. Guess you’re just going to have to come on tour with me.” He teases.
“I guess so. Fuck, Wes I’m close.” I moan.
“Come for me, baby. Clench that pussy around my cock and come for me.” He speeds up, hitting my g-spot with every thrust and then I’m coming. I come so hard my vision goes a little blurry and all I can do is babble his name over and over again.
Wesmoans out an extended “Elli” and I feel him pulse inside me as he fills me with his cum.
Once he’s caught his breath, he places a gentle kiss on my nose and releases my wrists. He stands, presumably to go to the bathroom to grab something to clean up, but he pauses and looks directly at my vagina.
“What?” I question, sitting up on my elbows.
