Meanwhile, I’m going to fuck Parker’s brains out as my appetizer, and when my gaze falls on her, she knows. She feels the hunger and the unhinged need to make her come until she’s comatose.
Ha! Cumatose is my new favorite word.
With a grin and look of relief on his face, Spencer stops on his way to the bathroom, then turns on his heel and stalks right up to me.
“I fucking love you, Diego Russel.” Then he kisses me like he’s been holding back his entire life and is giving me the backlash from the wait. It’s intense and it’s deep. His tongue sweeping me up and his lips and teeth giving no mercy. Spencer Holt is effectively fucking my mouth and I’m here for it.
As abruptly as he came for me, he leaves, and I’m stunned.
By the time we’re done here, I have a feeling we’ll be a completely different unit than when we began.
“That was fucking hot.” Parker’s eyes dart from me to the closed door then back to me again.
She’s looking mighty delicious all naked and open, and when she jumps into my arms, my hands full of ass cheeks, she whispers in my ear. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
Yeah, like I need prompting.
With her arms wrapped tight around my neck and her cunt lips sliding up and down my cock like the evil tease she’s roleplaying to aT, Parker moans in my mouth the second the tip of my cock pokes his head inside her.
We don’t break apart when I lay her down, her legs spreading like an open invitation and her body brimming with pent up anticipation. My dick slams inside her pussy and I thrust once, twice, then I pull out and I swear to fuck she’s about to rip my head off mid moan. But I’ve got one thing I need before I nut inside her.
“Turn around, hands on the headboard. I’m fucking starving.” With understanding comes a quick response.
Flipping her body around, Parker slams her palms on the headboard and shimmies her ass up nice and high until I lie down beneath her, face up, tongue out.
“Breakfast of champions.” Then her wet, plump lips are on mine and my hands are holding onto her thighs for dear life. The more I feast on her, the higher my hands go, until I’m diggingthe pads of my fingers into her ass cheeks and my middle fingers part them enough for me to rub her hole.
Fuck yeah, she tastes like fucking Heaven, her juices coating my lips every time I take a new breath. Her need is so strong. I can feel her holding back, but I don’t want her to do that. I want her to give mehereverything. Her energy and her depravity. I want her to snuff me out with the smell and taste of her as the only oxygen in my lungs.
I want my last meal to be her cunt and my last pleasure to be her orgasm.
“I’m so close, fuck!” I love how quickly I can make her come, it’s a fucking privilege I’ll never take for granted.
Pushing both fingers inside her tight back hole, I suck on her clit and revel in the sound of her first cry of pleasure. Now she’s rubbing her pussy in my face like a feral cat wanting to mark me as hers, and I let her. I let her smear every drop of herself over my face and lick it up like a starved man.
When she’s done, she rolls over, and I follow until I’ve got one leg up on my shoulder and my cock buried inside her to the hilt.
“Feel that, Stabby? You feel what you do to me?” Of course she does, but I want to hear her say it.
“Ifeel…like you could go even harder.” So right.
Anchoring myself down on one hand, I use the other to wrap around her throat, squeezing her airways and not her pulse points. My goal isn’t to break her windpipe, it’s to make her see seventh heaven as I fill her up with my cock.
The more I squeeze, the bigger she smiles, and the sight of it makes me want to fuck her even harder, so I do. Of fucking course, I do. My balls slap her ass every time I bottom out, pushing a grunt or a moan from deep inside her chest. I wish I could put my head right between her tits and feel the vibrations of her, but I need to keep my eyes on her, wait for the perfectmoment right before she passes out, learn her tells, read her facial expressions.
My balls are so tight, ready to unleash like a dam in a drought, that I’m hoping she’s really fucking close.
Her blinks are getting longer, her face a little redder, and as soon as I feel her body going lax, I let go of her neck.
The exact moment her lungs fill back up with air is when I slam one last time inside her pussy and come so deep I think she can taste me unravel.
Gasping from both needing to fucking breathe and because that whole fucking experience brought on another orgasm, I lean in and swallow them, then give her more air.
I fill her lungs, I give her life, because I want to be the beginning and the end of everything for her.
“Fuck!” I don’t pull out, I just lie there, my cum-soaked dick still twitching inside her and my mouth peppering kisses over every inch of sweaty skin at my disposal.
It was quick, yes, but it was fucking perfect. Just like her.