Page 83 of Existential
“What ya doin’, babe?”
Taking his wrist in my hand, I guide his fingers back to my pussy, and shimmy on the bed until my head rests between his knees. I don’t miss the sharp intake of breath as it dawns on him what I want, and I don’t miss the growl that rumbles deep in his belly when I reach up and take his thick shaft in my hand.
“Jesus, girl.”
“Just get back to work, would you?” I tease.
His cock is thick and hard in my hold, the veins making noticeable ridges against my palm as I pull slowly from base to tip, forcing more sweet precum from the tip.
Hooch groans as my tongue makes contact, his fingers diving inside my center in one harsh thrust. I moan in response, sending vibrations through the tip of his cock as I wrap my lips around him and suck the sweet taste into my mouth. He pumps his fingers in and out of me, making me squirm as I groan around his cock. Pushing up on one elbow, I reposition myself so that I can take him all the way to the back of my throat. It’s uncomfortable, and it makes me gag, but fuck is it worth it when he rumbles his satisfaction as my throat muscles close on the head of his cock.
I work his shaft, licking, sucking, and even using my teeth gently to add a lick of pain to the mix. I wouldn’t say I’ve ever been the most confident girl when it comes to feeling sexy, but damn it all if my inhibitions aren’t left at the door with this man.
I feel like a fucking Goddess.
His shaft throbs under my tongue as I squeeze the base in my hand. He reaches down, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me off him.
“Babe, you keep that up and I’ll be giving you something different to choke on.”
Yeah, it makes me smile. I did that. I turned him on so much that he’s losing control.
He places a hand to my shoulder and gently shoves me onto my back. I relax onto the bed, staring up at this incredible man before me. The light is almost non-existent with the door now shut, but I don’t need any to know what I’m looking at. Every inch of him is burned in my memory, my mind filling in the blanks created by my lack of sight.
And what I do see? It takes my breath away.
Hooch’s hands slip beneath my thighs, twisting my body so that I’m in line with his. He hitches my legs up his, and then with a swift toss of my body into the air, he readjusts his hold so that both palms lay flat against my back, lifting my hips up to his shoulder height.
I giggle as my head is crushed into the mattress at this awkward angle but my humor is quickly shut down by the incredible sensation of his tongue lathing a long straight line straight between my folds. Oh my God … do that again. I wriggle in his hold, my legs slipping down his arms as I try to inch closer. He chuckles, the sound tickling me deep in my gut, and repeats the action.
The damn room could be on fire around us and I wouldn’t let him leave until he’s finished.
“Jesus, Hooch,” I groan, my eyes shut and my hands lax at my sides.
“Fuckin’ tastes like heaven, fairy.” He pushes harder this time, his nose rubbing deliciously over my clit as he finishes his pass.
I don’t get time to respond before he’s quite literally buried his face in my pussy. I never knew a man’s tongue was capable of such things. He licks me out as though his life depends on it, his hands bruising as he grips me tight to stop me from crumbling into his lap as my strength gives out.
His hand shuffles in from my right, the other helping to adjust me so that I lay on his singular palm like a platter of goodies ripe for the tasting. I grip the bedding, attempting to stop myself from rolling off either side of his palm as he brings his free hand up between my legs and adds his fingers into the assault on my core.
I see stars. Motherfucking stars everywhere.
He growls as I cry out in ecstasy, two fingers pumping in and out of me to milk my climax for everything its worth as he laps up the offering around his hand.
And still, I want more.
My ass hits his thighs hard, and he moves his brutal grip to my hips as he drags my body closer. I moan, already lamenting the loss of his touch as he positions himself at my entrance and nudges inside.
“Hard,” I instruct. “Don’t hold back.”
I need this man to fuck me in two.
He doesn’t disappoint. The points of his hips bruise my inner thighs as he takes me with a throaty groan. “Fuck, Dagne.” He pulls back, circling my clit twice with his thumb before slamming home again, and again.
“You can fuck me harder than that.”
“Don’t fucking push me.”
“Why not?” I challenge, leaning upon my elbows as my body still jolts from the force of his blows.