Page 161 of Mountain Grump
Trying to seeme.
I keep my fingers deep inside her pussy.
I rub my thumb against her clit.
And I lift up onto my knees, bringing my cock into her view.
Her eyes bounce from one hand, between her legs, to the other, stroking my length.
“Like what you see, Wife?”
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, giving me her answer even as she nods.
“Tell me what you want.” I squeeze my dick tighter. “Tell me what to do.”
“Keep… keep stroking.” Tilda’s words are choppy. “But make me come with your tongue.”
I tighten every one of my muscles, trying to control my reaction to her demands.
I increase the pressure of my thumb on her clit as I lean down. “And when can I come?”
“After me.” Tilda drops her knees to the side, opening herself to me. “You can come after me. But not before.”
Lust pulses through my blood as I lean in and replace my thumb with my tongue.
“That’s it.” Tilda shifts her weight onto one elbow, reaches down, and grips my hair. “That’s my Good Boy.” She tilts her hips. “Don’t stop.” She moans and tightens her hold on my hair. “I’m almost…”
I keep licking.
Keep dragging my tongue over her bundle of nerves as I pull my two fingers out of her heat. And push three back in.
“Oh my… Yes…” She can’t stay still.
And I’m ready to fucking blow.
I hum against Tilda’s pussy.
“Ethan…” Her hips rock. “I’m… I’m gonna come.”
I seal my lips around her clit. Push my fingers deeper. And hum again.
She combusts.
Her body arches and her head tips back as she lets out a whine of pleasure.
Her core throbs around my fingers. Against my tongue. And she soaks my chin.
I don’t let up.
Don’t stop.
Not until she tells me to.
Not until she pulls roughly on my hair.
I press my tongue flat against her as I look up her luscious body, into her sated eyes.
“Stop.” She drops her hand from my hair.
