Page 70 of Mountain Pine
She’s on her belly and looks over her shoulder at me. “Okay.” Then she rolls over and kneels. “I want to sit on your face.”
No need to tell me twice. I roll over and let her straddle me. Then I spread her lips and lick her. Suckle. Finger her. “Don’t just sit. Ride it, baby.” I pull her waist and encourage her to move back and forth.
She pops off and turns around to sixty-nine me instead.
“Oh shit,” I groan when she takes me in her mouth.
Taylor moves her body along my face, and I start tongue-fucking her again. Add some fingers to the action. Her scent is in my nose. Taste on my tongue. Ass right in my face. She sucks me off slowly and it feels so damn good, my toes curl.
But then she groans with my length in her mouth and I freeze.
Fuuuuck. That’s dangerous.
She does it again and the only thing that keeps me sane is doubling down on pleasuring her so that I can distract my climax. It backfires stupendously because the harder I go, she matches my energy, and it’s not long before we’re both edging each other.
Her pussy keeps gripping my fingers. Her clit is swollen. My dick’s about to turn her throat into a daycare.
Taylor presses down on my face and grinds, suffocating me. I climax, screaming as I eat her out. My hips jack up as I pour down her throat and then she detonates too. Her pussy grip is insane. She gushes on my tongue, and I hold her there as tight as possible.
It’s only when the fringes of my vision turn dark that I release her, gasping for air.
She climbs off me and stares at me with these gorgeous, flushed cheeks and her sweet freckles andswollen lips. Bringing her down to me, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and kiss her hungrily. Taylor straddles me and rubs herself along my half-deflated cock. We’re at it like two mindless, sex-starved animals and in no time at all, my dick’s ready for round two.
“Please,” she says, against my mouth, grinding against my hardened length. “Get inside me. I want to feel you in me as deep as possible.”
She lifts enough for me to angle myself against her entrance. It’s on her to sink down. I’m not moving. We might have done a lot, but I’m still nervous that I’ll lose control with her. Giving her the reins is best for now.
“Easy,” I warn.
Fuuuuck, it’s hard not to move. The tip is in and all I want to do is push up and bury myself as deep as possible.
“It’s not going to fit,” she whimpers, and her arms shake.
“Yes, it will.” I wipe the hair from her face and kiss her. “Keep going, baby. Take me in.”
She moans and sinks further down. “Mmph.”
“That’s my good girl. Nice and slow.”
Every inch is a mile and soon I’m floating in bliss. “You feel so good, baby.” I keep our gazes locked. “That’s it. Fuuuuck. Keep going. Nice and slow. Take your time.”
“I feel so full. You’re stretching me out.”
“Does it hurt?”
She shakes her head and breathes through another inch of me sinking into her.
“Keep going until you take it all.” My head falls back on the pillow. “That’s it. Fuuuuck yeah. You’redoing so well, baby.”
I finally bottom out and she loses her breath. “Holy moly, you’re in my lungs.”
She’s so dramatic. I’m really not that big, guys. Like nine inches, tops.
She takes a few more strokes to acclimate before she starts swirling her hips and going faster. It’s like once the train leaves the station the conductor loses control of it. “Oh god, I’m… I’m…” Taylor shudders on top of me, screaming through her climax. “Damnit,” she whines out of breath. “That was embarrassingly too fast!”
She hits my biceps like it’s my fault and goes boneless on top of me.
“Can I have control now?”
