Page 114 of Badd Love
And then her mouth was on my balls, softly suckling, tongue flicking, sliding. "Holy fuck," I gasped. "Linz!"
“Mmmmmhmmm!"
Her mouth slid upward, stuttering sideways along my shaft, tongue dragging against my skin, and my cock was throbbing and aching so hard it hurt, and every fiber of my being wanted her to take me into her mouth.
"Lindsey, wait," I said, instead. "Don't. Please don't. I don't need it. Just make love to me."
She didn't listen.
Her mouth slid up my cock, oh so slowly, lips and tongue wet against my flesh, and I arched my back and gasped as shecovered my weeping tip with her lips, and her tongue slithered against me as she tasted my precum.
"Linz," I growled, trying again. "Don't. There's nothing to prove."
"I know," She whispered. "I’m not proving anything."
"Then—"
"I'm doing exactly what I want to do."
I opened my mouth to argue, but she chose that exact moment to take me into her mouth.
"FUCK!"
I had no clue what to expect next. Knowing Lindsey, in the back of my mind, I still half-expected her to stop and freak out, or, alternatively, to realize no freakout was coming and to go crazy, giving me a blow job for the ages…andthenfreak out.
She didn't freak.
Not yet, at least.
It felt fucking amazing, obviously. Her mouth was wet and hot, and her tongue eager, swirling soft circles around my cock. This wasn't just a blow-job; this was cock-worship.
She held me in her fist and wrapped her lips around me and made slow, hungry love to my cock. She never took more of me than up to my glans, but holy fuck. She'd open her mouth wide and swirl her tongue around me, flick it against my tip and taste my precum, and then suction her mouth around me again, working my length slowly and gently, and all the while her hands plied me, circling my base and squeezing, palming my balls and teasing them with her fingertips, caressing my length up to her chin and back down, doing as much with her hands as her mouth.
I held absolutely still, barely daring to breathe, not moving a muscle.
"Lindsey," I gasped, when I could form words and summon breath.
She kept going, unhurried, slowly caressing my cock and playing with my balls, suckling and licking and swirling with her tongue.
I felt climax bubble up inside me, rising and boiling, and there was no hope of holding back. She suckled and sucked, eager and greedy and hungry, pumping my shaft until I was groaning and growling, and finally I had no choice but to move, to give in to the need to thrust.
That's when she stopped. I left her mouth with an audible, cartoon-likepop. Before I could so much as groan at the sudden loss, she was rolling to her back and pulling me over her. She guided me into the cradle of her thighs and slid me inside her tight, hot, wet pussy. All the way in, all at once, no hesitation, no lead-up, just a long, slow, hot slide into heaven, and she was so fucking tight, so fucking wet, I couldn't breathe again, overwhelmed and overcome.
"Lindsey," I whispered.
Her mouth met mine, silencing me, claiming me with a hot, hard kiss, and this time she didn't stop; it was a kiss to fuse our very souls.
Her hands dug into my ass, and her legs hooked around my thighs, and she pulled at me, whimpering into the kiss. "Please," she breathed. "Please. Please."
"Lindsey, my love."
She arched, rocked against me, taking me deep—I lost my voice to a loud cry as her soft wet heat swallowed me, enveloped me, and I thrust into her, once, hard
"YES!" she screamed. "AGAIN!"
I thrust into her again, and she screamed while biting my lower lip—hard enough that I grunted, but she licked the hurt away, and I forgot the sting instantly as she bucked up to meet my next thrust. Her hands clawed into my ass and pulled me to her.
Her lips slid up my cheek to my ear. "Please, my love. Please." She nipped my earlobe, breath hot. "Fuck me. Please. I need you. I need your cock. I need your cum. Please, Dane. Please, please fuck me as hard as you can, baby. Fuck me.Pleasefuck me."
