Page 45 of Claimed By Him

Then he stuck out his tongue and licked my clit. I gasped, once again entirely surprised at the sensitive feeling, only this wasn’t as fleeting. He didn’t pick up his tongue but rubbed it up and down my clit, warming me up, and making me drop back down onto my back.

“Oh, shit…” I couldn’t believe the feeling; it was warm and soft and wet and so fucking good.

Tony pushed his tongue down, opening up my lips, and spreading them with his tongue moving side to side. He basically lapped up my whole pussy, and I lay back with my hand over my forehead, not sure if I should feel mortified or absolutely delighted. I obviously went with delight because he kept licking, softly easing me into it before pressing his lips around my clit and sucking it.

“Fuck!” My body writhed involuntarily, but he held me down with his hands around my thighs and continued sucking, moving down, and pulling my tight, peachy lips into his mouth, then pushing them back out with his tongue.

“Oooh, God…”

Tony started to build a rhythm of licking and sucking, he would dip his tongue down, wiggle it inside of me, and then pull it all the way up to my swollen nub before pushing his lips around it and sucking deeply. I felt his tongue press down against it intermittently, in between his sucking motions.

“Fuck, Tony…”

I pushed my fingers onto his head, running my nails through his hair, helplessly gyrating my hips in sync with his movements.

“Oh my God…”

He let go of my thigh and moved his hand around to start sliding his fingers between my folds and around my clit. My breathing became jagged, sharp, and fast. I tried not to grip his head too hard as my pleasure built.

“You like this, baby?” Tony asked, looking up at me with his mouth all wet while he slid his fingers around my clit and pressed his tongue against it at the same time.

“Oh, fuck! Yes!”

He lifted his head again and quickly pushed his fingers inside of me. “You have a fucking sexy pussy, Fiona. Jesus Christ.”

I couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying anymore because he’d surged his fingers so deep into me, curling them inside me, pressing against points I didn’t even know were there, building a fire that I’d never felt before. He then took me even higher by continuously sucking on my bean and curling his fingers together inside.

“Aaah!” I held his head and pushed my hips up, mortified that I was doing so, but not able to stop. He pushed his other hand under my ass and held me up, legs spread, pumping his fingers into me and sucking my bursting nub.

“Ah! Yes! Tony, oh my God!”

My climax hit in a rush of burning pleasure. My toes curled in and my torso lifted up, my whole body reacting in a clenching way. My leg started to tremble, and I held Tony’s head against my writhing body.

He didn’t stop sucking until I flattened against the bed again, at which point he pulled his fingers out of me and gave me a few more sensual licks.

“Oh, fuck… Jesus…” I was entirely out of breath, lying with my arm covering my face. “Tony, that was…”

“Yes, baby?”

“I’ve never, ever…”

“I know.”

He crawled up my body and kissed my neck. I felt his dick, hard and heavy, dragging against my thigh. I wanted it. No, I fuckingneededit. So, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the silky-smooth skin rippled by swollen veins.

“Hmmm…” Tony growled into my ear. I used my free hand to push against his shoulder and get him to lie on his back. Then I brought my knee over him and straddled his thighs, playing with his dick in front of me.

“I wanna fuckyouthis time, Tony.”

“Oh yeah?” He ran his tongue over his lips, watching me slide my fingers up and down his shaft, then rub my thumb over the tip.

“Yeah, I really want to feel how it feels to lose control against your body.” I didn’t know how else to explain it. After coming against his mouth like that, I was ready to unleash a sexual side of me that I always thought I’d keep for when I was alone. Not anymore. There was nothing embarrassing about losing control when Tony was around.

“Go ahead.” He smiled and lifted his hands to fold them behind his head.

“Oh, God,” I groaned, looking down at his body completely laid out for me, muscles and tattoos galore. I even paid special attention to his little black earring and his mussed-up hair, committing it to memory. I ran my hands up his body, over his chest, and up to his biceps. They were bulky and hard, and somehow that simple pleasure made my pussy flutter, begging me to get on with it.

I quickly grabbed another condom and rolled it down his dick with a little extra pressure to get him good and ready. Then I lowered myself right onto him, feeling myself slide down his cock with more ease than before. He filled me up and stretched me out, like a drug satisfying my addiction to him.

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