Page 120 of Fly Boy
“You have no idea how good you taste,” I mutter, my tongue lapping her arousal, swallowing it ravenously before returning to her pretty pink hole, throbbing and eager, just desperate for me to fill. She wriggles against me, seeking more, but she’s not in control here. I am.
“I don’t know what I’m going to enjoy more,” I say, running my palm over the globe of her ass. “Eating it or fucking it.”
I sink my teeth into the fleshy muscle, and she yelps in delight, her pussy contracting hard around my fingers, her asshole pulsing against my thumb. Tracing my teeth marks, my fingers draw around the red indents covered in my saliva, making the primal and possessive beast inside my chest purr.
Her body shudders as I remove my fingers, paying attention to her clit, wanting to make her come, relax her before we go any further.
“Wyatt, please…” she begs as I move faster, the sound of her slick pussy making me throb painfully.
I lower myself to the bed, pressing my hips into the mattress, trying to relieve some pressure as I continue to make her body sing. I move my hand, alternating between her clit and her hole, her sexy mewls interrupted with a cry of frustration every time I switch the position, starting back up almost immediately. She’swound that tight, letting me know she’s close. Each graze of my thumb pushes deep, not exactly penetrating, but enough to know it wouldn’t hurt if I pushed it inside.
“Wyatt,” she cries out when I leave her clit again, my name a sob coming from her pretty lips.
“Shh, baby, let me make you feel good,” I whisper against her heated skin.
“I need to come,” she whimpers. “Please, let me come, Wyatt.”
Her begging hits me square in the balls, her breathy plea such a fucking turn on that I need to bite the inside of my cheek from fear of coming like a fucking teenager. Pumping my fingers inside her once, gathering up her arousal, I coat my thumb. My digits push back inside her as I position my thumb against her hole, pushing hard enough to slip the tip past the tight barrier.
My cock is hard as stone beneath me and leaks onto the comforter. If she’s this tight around my fuckingfinger,imagine what she’ll be like around my cock.
I groan at the thought, barely registering Pippa bucking her hips against my hand, each ripple back pushing my thumb deeper, taking me all the way to the knuckle.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, thrusting faster until she begins to detonate around my fingers and thumb, the pulsing matching the throbbing in my dick.
I need inside her now, but she’s not ready to take me. Needing to prep her quickly, but without the lube—which frankly is too far away at this stage—it could hurt.
I spit out a small amount of saliva, watching it land at the top of her crease, groaning as it slides down. Slowly, I pull out, sucking the fingers I had inside her pussy into my mouth, my eyes closing as I taste her before making them nice and slick. Smoothing the wetness dripping onto her hole, I massage it inside with one finger.
She pants breathlessly, turning her head, her cheek resting on the bed as she asks, “Did you just spit on me?”
“I had to improvise,” I say hoarsely, watching with fascination as she takes my finger easily, it disappearing inside her, before I add a second. She tenses as they breach her, only to relax a few seconds later with a satisfied hum.
“Why is that so hot?” she purrs as I scissor my fingers, the pressure around my digits so intense it’s making me worry she’s not going to be able to handle my cock. “Wyatt, I’m ready. Please, fuck me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” The words come out strained, fighting the urge to just take her now with little prep. “Couple more minutes.”
“No, now,” she demands, her eyes pleading as she looks up at me, her face flushed pink.
With a growl, I withdraw from her body, and she slumps forward as I reach over to the nightstand, blanketing her as I grab the lube and a condom from the top and sheath myself in record time, kneeling behind her.
Pouring the remaining gel between her cheeks, it glistens like tiny lights showing me where to land.
She looks so fucking delectable like this, on her knees, spread out before me. I stroke my shaft languidly, running my other hand up and down her spine, watching the way her skin ripples under my touch. Shuffling forward, I press the head of my dick against her entrance, ready to push in when her soft whine has me pausing.
“Relax, baby,” I coach, kneading her hip reassuringly. “Let me in.”
I press forward again, my teeth aching as I grind them together while Pippa moans beneath me. I don’t even know if it’s from pleasure or not as I stare at the back of her head.
I can’t do it like this. I can’t fuck her from behind without seeing her face like it’s something impersonal. She’s giving me this, trusting me with something no one else has ever had. I need to see her face the entire time, read her expressions to make sure she’s enjoying every single second.
Gracelessly, I flip her over, shoving a pillow under her, tilting her up, giving me a better view. She gazes at me, and in that look, I see everything I thought I’d never have in my life.
I see her.
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask, running my cock from her pussy to her asshole, back and forth.
Pippa tilts her hips enough to catch the crown of my dick against her opening, her breath hitching when she pushes down.
