It’s the way he eats me. The only way that I can describe it is by making the comparison to that food that you’d lie, cheat or steal for. The kind you hide behind a roll of stamps in your desk, or behind bags of frozen vegetables in the freezer. You know, the kind you will eat first thing in the morning in a dark corner of the garage like a crackhead or drive any distance and by yourself because you don’t want to share, all while the needle of your fuel indicator is buried in the red, but can wait even though you’d just passed three stations on your way. I’m running this into the ground here, but that food you will dig out from your bra like it’s a nugget of gold after even the smallest of morsels escapes your greedy mouth and burrows between your boobs for safety. Well you get the point; that is him, and I’m not even sure that I need to be here for it. Of course I’m kidding because I know what it is about eating me that really turns him on.
Man, there is no better of a goal in my life than warming her up, well except for accomplishing that and tasting the sweet nectar of my pleasure. She is typically so easy, and it often only takes a kiss to get her juices flowing, but when it does take more of an effort, I’m always up to the task. I love it when she is more resilient to my wiles, aloof or not quite in the mood, and I have to really take my time to convince her. And when I finally get to taste that chink in her armor, that’s when my cock starts to get hard. When her dam begins to break and leak onto my tongue, I can’t help it as both of our hips start to roll. Hers, to direct my palate, and mine, to grind into the mattress to help tame the beast. I absolutely love looking up her fluttering frame to see the ecstasy in her eyes as she gasps for breath and licks her own plumping lips, while I do the same to her other ones. When I’ve gotten her to a point where her delicious pussy is flexing in hypnotizing kisses, that’s when I attempt to practice some real self control. I want to bring her to the very apex without pushing her over, and it is a very dangerous game that I love to play, as I slide my first finger inside those puckering lips.
Motherfucker!! Why does he push his luck? I’m trying with all my might to not come all over his gorgeous bratty face as he looks up at me and dares. I knew once he tasted my juices as my cup runneth over, that all of my will would be tested. I can’t win and he knows it, and yet he continues to push more than the envelope and slide his fingers inside me. And he doesn’t go for that gold nugget I mentioned either, but he teases me by spreading my openings, tantalizing me with taboo pressures and making me wish for very durty things. I can’t help but bite at my bottom lip to silence my nearly tourettes like outbursts. I can’t even help myself and it’s like I’m possessed as my hips jockey for more penetration, depth and mercy. I so desperately want, no need something more substantial as my whole body pleads for him to fuck me. I don’t know which demon speaks when I hear a guttural demand “fuck me now” escape me. I couldn’t believe it, and again thought ‘mother fucker’ when I look down to see a smug and gloating smirk stretch across his face while he rises between my legs and threatens beautifully.
If this were bingo, I’d screamed it. I don’t even care at this point if I’ve pushed her too far, I just want, no need to be inside her. I see the strain in her face as she looks at me like she wants to fight and I can’t help but smile. I use my hand to milk her juices from my goatee and then use them to lube my redonkulously hard cock. I also can’t help but be the brat I know that I am as I run my cock up between her swollen lips and over her hard clit to give her a jump. Her eyes fly open wide and her jaw locks as she demands again that I fuck her. Oh yeah, I say to myself as I think that my job is already done. I roughly push her legs open and ram my cock hard and deep, and I have to ignore her nod of the head as if saying “is that all you got?” I remember that I love the challenge and go back to dominating and thinking “I got you”. Her stoic stare only fuels me, and don’t think I don’t know what she is up to. I know she wants me to put her out of her literal fucking mind because she is close, but I’m not that merciful. I’ll be fucking done with you when I want to be, and I won’t be goaded to lose control. I push her knees to her shoulders and take long running stabs across her g-spot, and like those shocks to her clit, I jump start her orgasm, only to withdraw sharply and flip her onto all fours. Taunt me will you?
I’ve played this chess game perfectly and I’ve sacrificed all my pieces to get him in check. He doesn’t even know it, but I’ve got one more trick up my sleeve. Up until this point I’ve had to watch him work it, and it nearly cost him, but he has put me in doggy and “OOOHHHH!!!” There it goes. I forget how deep he gets, but I’m grateful I can’t see him because that never helps me persevere. In doggy I’m able to concentrate a little more, well until he fills me so perfectly that it feels like his dick is lobotomizing me. I’d be coming already if his magnificent cock weren’t stifling it and only pumping it up into something more definitive. The finale was emanate and I had to play my last card. I removed my self imposed mussel and let the tourettes fly. I’m almost too embarrassed to repeat how I begged him to fill me. How I loved how deep and deeper he felt after he lifted one knee and went flat-footed so that I could feel his undercarriage slap against me in the best spanking ever! I couldn’t help and didn’t care if the children could hear us as I felt his grip tighten on my hips enough to certainly leave fuck bruises. I demanded more than I could take and when I thought the time was right, I came.
‘Fuck with me will you’, I lie to myself, knowing that she has been working me, but I don’t care. I’m always happy to sacrifice myself at her altar. It’s what I live for, but I’m happier when I’m witness to her climax and feel it start from her soul and end on my cock. If that weren’t enough, she’s talking gangs of shit and it is more motivation than I need. Just knowing is enough and given that, I work harder to really get off. Not the orgasm you just let happen, but the one you try with all your might to hold off until the pleasure of the pain is too much to contain. I’m afraid I’m hurting her because my blows are even hurting my own groin and I realize that my hold on her hips were as white knuckled as hers is on the bedding. I’m sure I’m already dribbling when I burst and it’s even more satisfying when I realize it’s a chorus. We are uncontrollably loud, but we couldn’t care as we fall over like two fetal twins spooning and echoing our I love yous.
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