Page 34 of Lenkov

Hooking my thumbs into the sides as he leans back on his heels, I work them off my heated quim and roll them down my legs. He helps me step out of them and pushes my legs apart.

“Pretty little kitty.” He massages my inner thighs, and I bite my lip, trembling. Tugging my lip free, he shakes his head. “I want to hear every little sound you have to make.”

“Fuck,” I whisper.

“Soon,” he agrees as he spreads my lips. Leaning in, he caresses the cress of my leg and pelvis with his tongue as he explores my folds with teasing strokes. I tilt my hips, wanting him to touch me where I want to feel him most.

“So impatient.” He tsks.

“Want to feel you,” I whisper.

“You will.” He promises, breathing on my pussy as he circles my entrance and my clit pulses. “I’ve waited a long time for this moment. I want to savor it.” The tip of his finger presses against me, and I buck, trying to take more. He taps my pussy lightly in punishment, and I cry out. “Naughty girl. You don’t set the pace for this.” His commanding voice and the pleasurable sting make me gush fresh cream. “Ahh. You like that?”

I nod, mesmerized by the intense feelings he’s stirring up.

He circles my clit, and I sink back into the chair, gripping the arms as I struggle to keep still. Chuckling, he continues to play me like an instrument.

“Fast learner, aren’t you?” He increases the pressure, and I moan.

“Yes.”

“I remember.” Bending down, he lashes my bundle of nerves with his tongue as he slips his thick finger inside, and I swear as my thighs shake and I white knuckle the chair. Increasing his speed, he adjusts his angle and torments me with his talented tongue. “You can move for me, good girl. I want you to ride my hand.”

He twists his fingers, and I slam my hips up, pushing him deeper inside. Finding a quick rhythm, we move together, fast and hard, as he makes a sloppy mess of my pussy. Adding a second digit, he drags his crooked fingers forward, and I detonate. Screaming, I come off the chair as my body vibrates with the most explosive orgasm of my life.

Panting, I look up to find him licking his lips. “I’m going to take you here under the stars, Rylee.”

“Please,” I whimper.

“You want that, too? I need you to take all three of my fingers and give me one more.”

“Oh, God.” My head falls back against the chair as he moves the two fingers still buried inside me.

“You can do it, sweet girl.”

Gathering my slick with his thumb, he teases my clit lightly as he slowly strokes me back to light, relighting the spark between us as my nerve endings wake again. The pressure builds in my belly, and I rock with him as he eases a third finger inside me with a pinch that soon yields to pleasure.

“Look at you full of my fingers. My cock is bigger than this, trickster. We need to stretch that tight little pussy of yours out.” He spreads his fingers, pushing my limits, as he continues to lightly tease my bud.

“I’m going to come, Lenk.”

“That’s my girl. Give it to me.”

Crying out, I lock down on him, twitching as lights flash behind my eyelids, and he continues to lap at me, gently bringing me back down to earth. I watch from heavy-lidded eyes as he stands and unbuckles his belt. Popping the top button, he drags down the zipper and shoves his pants and black boxer briefs down, revealing his thick cock. The dark red head is weeping as he palms it and strokes. I lick my lips, and he smirks.

“Not tonight, sweet girl.”

Stepping out of the clothing pooled at his feet, he walks toward me, cock bobbing and slapping against his washboard stomach. Lifting me into his arms, he sits down, and I straddle his hips. Curling his fingers around his fat cock, he grips the base and rolls up, shedding more pearly liquid.

“Come and ride your man.”

“Is that what you are?” I whisper as I wrap my hand around his throbbing shaft, and he bucks up into my hand. The power he’s handing over makes me drunk.

“You still questioning it?”

“A girl likes a little confirmation.”

He smacks my ass. “Consider us confirmed.”

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