Page 152 of S is for SEX

Well, he did say fuck my tongue, didn’t he?

As Bill Wither’s Use Me began to play over the stereo, I grasped his head in my hands firmly and began grinding my hips to the sound of the music. After a few seconds, I was grinding my hips against his face like it was my last chance. Completely separated from all that surrounded me, I continued until I had an orgasm in his mouth.

I pulled his head rearward and inhaled sharply.

“You okay?’ I breathed.

He raised his hand and wiped his beard, “Be a lot better if you’d fuck my face for a while. I don’t do this ‘cause I think you like it. I do it ‘cause I love it.”

“Now fuck my tongue,” he demanded as he lowered his face into my lap.

And who was I to argue with a demand like that?

I pressed my hands into the edges of the lounge and raised my ass from the surface of the chair. I held myself in position and released the edge of the chair. Using every muscle in my stomach, I ground my crotch into his face as I pulled against the back of his head with both hands.

His tongue deep inside of me, I had no intention of allowing him to catch a breath until I was done. Right now, this was about me, and I was going to take advantage of the situation fully. As I held his face against my swollen mound, he continued to curl his tongue against my g-spot. The tingling deep within me began and I held my eyes closed until I reached a heightened state of sexual sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced.

My breathing became choppy as I reached climax. I released the tension in my stomach and slowly collapsed into the chair, still holding his head tight against my pussy. As he worked his tongue in and out of me with great precision, I sighed, relaxed every muscle in my body, and released his head.

A tingling sensation between my ass, crotch, and nipples began. I felt pressure building inside of me. I opened my eyes and gazed into the sky, uncertain of what was happening. As his tongue pressed deeper and flicked against my g-spot one last time, I reached for his head and held it in place. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew I didn’t want it to end.

As I reached the peak of climax, I felt as if something inside of me had burst. The feeling continued for what seemed like forever, but couldn’t have been any longer than a second. I released his head, flopped my and to the side, and heaved a sigh from the depths of my soul.

“What happened?” I asked blankly as I felt him release his weight from the chair.

“Fuck yes!” he growled as he stood.

I blinked my eyes and stared.

“What?” I shrugged as I attempted to sit up slightly.

“You came in my mouth. Like a ton. You squirted,” he grinned, “That was fuckin’ hot.”

“I what?” I gasped.

“You squirted. You came in my mouth like a faucet,” he said as he wiped his hand along his beard.

“Seriously?” I shrugged.

He released his beard and reached for his shorts, “Fuck yeah. We’re gonna have to practice that.”

“That was awesome by the way, I’m exhausted,” I sighed as he untied the drawstring in his shorts.

“What are you doing?”

He shrugged his shoulders and widened his eyes, “Well, I can’t fuck you with them on, now can I?”

I felt like I was still having an orgasm. My mind confused, and my body hypersensitive to everything, I sat and stared. The thought of sex wasn’t currently on the forefront of my desires. As he began to stroke his cock, my thoughts on the matter began to change. After a few seconds of watching him stroke his hand along the swollen shaft, I rolled onto my stomach, stuck my ass high in the air, and sighed.

“Come and get it, Dalton,” I breathed.

I felt the chair twist as he climbed onto it. With his chest pressed against my back and his thighs grazing against my ass as he situated himself on the flimsy chair, he moved his mouth to my ear.

With my ear against his lips, he inhaled a deep breath, sending chills down my spine. As I tilted my head his direction, attempting to force his mouth from my ear, he bit my earlobe and growled into my ear.

“Come and get it? No, Kat. I’m gonna take it,” he whispered.

“Oh God,” I sighed.

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