I Want It Now. Sydney Molare

strap of my nightgown was slid past my biceps, exposing a breast. Dubois pulled it away, smeared icing on his finger, met my eyes before rubbing the sticky concoction onto my nipple. The burning sensation was immediate and so intense I gasped. Dubois halted my hand as he placed his tomato juice–filled mouth over the stinging button. When his cold mouth met my sensitized berry, I moaned. His lips tugged and pulled, sucking me deep. His fingers cupped me, held me in place as his teeth nipped and tongue flicked over my point. My hands rubbed over his head, wanting him to never leave, never cease this feeling.

      The other strap was lowered and Dubois pinched and stroked that nipple. I smeared sticky icing over my berry, wanting to feel the sensation in it also. Dubois didn’t drink from the tomato juice; instead he pulled the sugary tit into his hot mouth. The heat radiated outward from my nipple, across my chest, upward and downward, waking up my cells. I pushed my breast farther into his mouth, wanting him to add pleasure to this pain. When he bit the tip, my pussy began to pulsate. I grabbed his ears and smashed his face into my tit.

      The gown was tugged down over my stomach and past my hips to pool on the floor. Dubois lifted me onto the countertop, held my orbs, pushed them together, and sucked in earnest. I pushed my tits higher, wanting him to take more into his mouth. My pelvis began lifting, beckoning.

      He pushed me onto my elbows, lifted a leg onto the counter, spread me wide. He grinned as he reached for the knife lying next to the tray. With two flicks of his wrist, my panties fell away. He then rolled his finger around in the honey bite icing before holding it up in front of my pube.

      “Ready for this?”

      I breathed heavily before nodding. His fingers were gentle as they parted my bush and exposed my clit. Dubois licked his lips before placing the icing on my clit. My body tensed, lurched as my clit caught on fire. I gasped and fanned at the pleasure pain, bucked my hips on the counter as the heat infused my pussy, made it leak more.

      His lips covered my nub, his tongue my salvation and my hell. I gurgled my pleasure; my pussy pumped love juice onto his chin as he stroked and sucked my clit. A finger was inserted inside my pussy—not enough to satisfy but definitely enough to make me hotter. It moved slowly in and out, twisting and stroking, making me want more, need more.

      Dubois stopped his clit assault, lifted his head. His eyes were dark, sensuous. “I want you now.” A statement of need.

      I responded by placing my other leg up on the counter, spreading even wider, my entire pussy on display now. A muscle jumped in Dubois’s jaw as he surveyed my pussy peep show. Then he pulled the strings on his pajama pants and they dropped to the floor. His dark cock resembled a cylinder of onyx…and I hoped it was just as hard.

      He captured both thighs, pulled me to the edge, threw my legs over his arms. And when his cock kissed my clit…I growled deep in my throat. We both watched as he rotated his cockhead over and over my pulsing tissue, making me gush, making me bite my lips in need. Damn, this shit is erotic…. Hemade his cock jump, pop the clit over and over until my clit stood at full attention.

      His cock slid back and forth between my slick pussy lips, teasing the entryway but not entering. We both breathed like mutts in heat, watching the cock interplay, wanting and needing release. It finally came….

      Dubois pushed into me slowly, a millimeter at a time. I wanted to surge forward, slam him into me, but he’d read my mind and held my hips firm. The head was inserted inside my groping pussy, then pulled out—I grunted in pleasure/displeasure—before being pushed back inside. He took his time filling me slowly, retreating, entering, retreating…blowing my mind.

      My hips struggled against his hand constraints, wanted to undulate, swirl…feel all of him, dammit! He held them still, wanting to run the show like he wanted to. Not if I can help it…

      My legs wrapped around his neck, crossed at the ankles. I lifted my hips, surprising him as he surged deeper than he’d planned. I forced my hips down on his, deep as I could go. Dubois’s head was strained back, face clenched, trying to regain control. Give it up, baby. These thunder thighs ain’t no joke. I didn’t relent or give an inch. I pumped, ground, and swirled in a frenzy. I hadn’t had cock in forever and I was past needing release.

      Dubois finally realized he could hold out no more. He locked eyes with me…and put his back into it. He bounced me into the air as he pistoned deep in my pussy. My pussy groped, Kegeled, and released honey all over his marbleized cock. I wanted to feel every damn inch he possessed.

      The sound of the slaps of his balls on my ass took me to the brink. I stuck a finger in icing, smeared it all over my nipples. I heated up another ten degrees. I lifted higher, squeezed my thighs harder, and slammed my pussy as I felt the pinpricks begin in my feet, moving up my calves, my thighs, and screamed as they jackhammered into my clit. My pussy clenched, locked down on Dubois. His strokes stuttered…stopped…then he groaned—roared—as he pistoned like hell and I felt the molten lava spew up and into me.