Page 129 of He Should Be Mine
He changes direction, and I keen. Then he devours me with broad, fat strokes of his tongue over my entrance. I can feel myself opening for him. I’m sobbing now.
Soft, insistent pressure has me curling my toes, and then, the tip of his tongue eases inside me. I groan. A deep, carnal, utterly depraved sound. I rock back, seeking more of him.
His hands rise to my hips and take a hold of me. He holds me steady while he feasts on my ass. His tongue stiffens, and now he is fucking me with it. Flicking in and out of me at lightning speed. The soft, smooth flesh of his tongue gliding and rubbing over my sensitive rim. Over and over again.
My orgasm explodes. It was building and building, but the final crest takes me by surprise.
I scream, “Dario!” as I cum so hard I swear my heart explodes.
Euphoria and elation are burning through me. So intense it hurts. I scream through it and allow the ecstasy to take me far, far away.
When I come back down to reality, I’m on my back on the bed. Dario is naked beside me. The heat of his body is reaching my bones, and the feel of his skin against my skin is enough to make me nearly weep with joy.
“Welcome back,” he chuckles.
I can’t think of a single clever thing to say and that should be devastating, except I’m far too blissed out to care.
Dario just smiles at me and doesn’t seem to mind my lack of words at all. In fact, there is a very smug gleam in his eyes.
Whatever. After giving me that orgasm, he deserves to be smug. I can take it.
He reaches for the lube and squirts some on his fingers. My cock twitches in response.
“Not going to let me recover?” I gasp.
“No,” he says casually, as if we are talking about something boring.
His hand lowers. My legs obediently spread for him. They totally have the right idea.
Two of Dario’s lube covered fingers slip inside me, and another filthy moan escapes my mouth. Fucking hell. I don’t have to exaggerate or fake it with this man. He is capable of turning me into a genuine sex-fiend crazed slut. It’s incredible.
My eyes fall closed again as his fingers gently slide in and out of me. He pumps even more lube in. Then he scissors his fingers, stretching me wide. My hips lift and a whimper spills out of my lips.
His fingers explore and twist, and then all of a sudden I’m yelling and levitating off of the bed as bright sparks ignite along all of my nerve endings.
“Fuck!” I gasp.
He chuckles proudly.
I open one eye. “Alright, Mr. Show-off, you get a gold star for finding my prostate.”
He grins wolfishly, flashing all of his white teeth. “How many times can you cum from that?”
I gulp. “I don’t know.”
His eyes light up with a truly feral glow. “Let’s find out.”
Every drop of blood in my entire body rushes south. Taking me from half-hard to the hardest I have ever been,between one heartbeat and the next. There is no blood left for my brain. I open my mouth, but no words come out.
His fingers draw a circle of ecstasy over my prostate and I cry out and writhe for him.
“Wait!” I wail.
He stops instantly.
“I want to ride you first!”
His fingers disappear from my ass. He rolls on to his back and rests his head on the crook of his elbow. His magnificent cock is at full attention.
