Page 39 of Brown Sugar
He takes control without much more warning.
I’m still in shock over his monster dick when he joins me on the bed and then strips off my panties. I’m lifted up and plopped down on top of his chest, again like I weigh nothing to him. He tells me to climb on.
It takes me a second longer to realize he means hisface.
I’ve never ridden a man’s face before.
Shawn received more than he gave, but his tongue game was usually decent. He usually made me come… right before he moved onto what he really cared about.
As I climb up Tyson and hesitantly plant a thigh on either side of his head, he couldn’t be enjoying himself any more than he is.
He’s drinking in the moment, in no rush to move on despite the way his huge, erect dick juts in the air.
He’slooking forwardto tasting me, smelling me, experiencing this very intimate part of me.
“Tyson…” I mutter, trailing off uncertainly.
“Princess, if you don’t stop talking and start smothering me with this delicious fucking pussy, I’ll do it for you.” He adds a wink to the command, calming my nerves and erasing any doubt.
I smirk and give him what he wants.
I mash my pussy into his face. An immediate shudder racks through me. His lips meet my pussy lips, his tongue swiping out to touch my clit.
“Oh… that…” I gasp out. “That feels so… so good! OH!”
I begin doing what feels natural, rocking my hips against his face. Tyson’s hooked his arms around my thighs to keep me where I am, his mouth hard at work pleasuring my pussy.
He licks at my folds, stimulating the delicate, swollen flesh, and then suckles at my clit, blowing on the little nub in between.
I deepen my rocking motion, my hips gyrating even harder. I reach in front of me to the curved headboard for balance and leverage.
When he groans, the feral sound vibrates against my pussy. It sends tingles shooting through me, bursting from the nerve endings in my pussy and traveling everywhere else. I grip the headboard tighter and swing my hips back and forth against his face.
His coarse beard scratches the soft flesh of my inner thighs. Another sensation that feels so good.
His palms have the same effect. Squeezing my thighs in his powerful grip, he encourages me to keep going.
Rock even harder against him.
My pussy slips and slides along the angular contours of his face, from his nose to his mouth and jaw. His tongue pushes deep into me, reaching a part of me I never imagined he would.
It feels unreal, almost too good to be true.
Pleasure rises up as I clench my eyes shut and my gyrations grow frantic.
His tongue flicks against my rippling walls ’til I can hold on no longer.
My orgasm floods me like a dam that can no longer hold. I come with a scream that’s almost its own melody, my whole-body trembling.
But it’s not just any orgasm—it’s an orgasm that jets through me so powerfully, I do more than come.
Clear liquid gushes out of me and soaks Tyson’s beard. It slips past his lips as he suckles at me and drinks as if he’s being nourished by my essence.
I’ve squirted.
My cheeks warm even more, the rest of my skin already flushed.
I’m gushing wet when Tyson finishes licking up my juices and lifts me off him. He lays me down and grins wide. His face—his nose, his lips, his damnbeard—all glisten with evidence of me.