Longing wracks my body. “Yes.” I want to unzip my pants and grind her down onto my cock. Just want to fuck her silly against this counter. But this girl is the most important person in my life now and I will do this right. I will take her virginity ina way that she remembers with a smile forever, even if the wait kills me. “Yes, that’s where I’m going to put my cock, night after night after night, until you scream for me in your sleep.” I press her back slowly onto the counter and lean in over her delicate pussy, so pretty and flushed and snug looking. “But Daddy is going to lick it first tonight, okay? You’re such a good girl and my tongue is going to praise you for that.”
She’s shy, coyly trying to close her legs after I release an anticipatory breath on her cunt, but as soon as I press my face against her and lick along that dripping wet divide, she arches her back and whines my—
Bliss kicks me between the eyes.
Oh…fuck.
Oh God.
I can’t believe this is happening.
The flavor of her pussy is somehow just as phenomenal as her mouth.
Different, equally mind-blowing.
I bellow a curse up against her drenched seam of flesh, shoving my face into her soft flesh, panting, my mind racing with possibilities and flavor combinations and…Jesus. I have to get more. I lap at her like a madman, her sweet juices a delicacy on my tongue. Her thighs are pried wide and I’m devouring her, her cries of pleasure egging me on.As if I could stop.
My girlfriend has a cunt made of pure gold.
The taste of her arousal is stoning me, while simultaneously turning my cock to a thick bar of steel. I’m going up in flames, humping the air desperately, her flesh squishing on my tongue, so wet she should be illegal.
Son of a bitch.
What am I going to do?
No doubt, I’m going to bust.
Soon.
The tip of my tongue finds her clit and rubs gently, her ass lifting and slapping back down on the marble island with a cry of, “Daddy!”
By everything holy, I can’t stopconsumingher.
My dick should be buried inside of her by now and I should be riding her into oblivion, but an army of men couldn’t drag me off this delicious cunt. Every drip of her bliss hits the back of my throat and opens up new worlds, new colors, new possibilities
She’s a dream. A cure-all. She can’t be real.
“Claire,” I moan against her parted flesh. “It’s just like your mouth, but different.”
“R-really?”
“Yes. Keep your legs open for me,” I beg thickly. “Goddamn.”
I look up at her delicious body and find her huffing and puffing, her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, a fine sheen of perspiration breaking out on her tits. I commit her to memory just like this. In the seconds before the first time that I make her orgasm with my tongue, because it’s going to be far from the last. I’m not sure I’ll ever make it through a day again without splaying her thighs open and eating this singularly delicious dessert that can’t be found anywhere else. Every part of this girl is a five-star feast.
“I think I’m…c-c-coming!” She falls back flat on the island, and I go with her, grunting and panting at the apex of her thighs, flickering her clit in a fierce repetition. “Oh, please!”
I push two fingers inside of her, my knees nearly giving out to find her so unbelievably tight and while I finger her, pumping my digits in and out slowly, she releases a dainty gush, her thighs locked in twin earthquakes around my face. Pleasure rocks all my senses, and I’m cast to some utopian state at the flavor of her climax.
There is simply nothing like it in this world.
Sweeter than sweet. Fresh plum. White chocolate. Champagne. An unknown.
Keeping my two fingers as deep as they’ll go, I lap at her pussy greedily, savoring every single drop of perfection, reeling at the flavor profile, the sounds she’s making while letting me imbibe. Horny little mewls that will forever occupy my head. My cock is distended and engorged against the lower cabinets, dying for what my tongue has the honor of tasting.
Ineedto fuck her.
Now.