Page 53 of Dance for Me
I open my mouth to beg him for more when he plunges one finger inside me, tongue lashing my clit with a steady rhythm. A long moan is the only sound I can conjure as my body melts against the onslaught, hand giving out as I lay my back flat against the table.
“Ohh fuck,fuck,” I chant to the ceiling, opening my legs wider as he joins a second finger with the first, pumping into me harder. He makes a small shift with his hand, curling his fingers up, and the sensation makes my back arch and thighs tighten around his head. My whole body is vibrating with pleasure, pulling tighter and tighter, ready tosnap.
“I’m going to come,” I pant, “Please Colton, I— ” The words turn into a cry as his fingers pull from me, his tongue disappearing.
My head whips up, pushing myself up so I can see what tragedy struck to have stopped him when I wasso close. No gun pressed to his temple, no meteor crashing to earth, just Colton standing at his full height once again to look down at my glistening core with a predatory smile.
Staying between my spread thighs, he runs a single finger through my slit up to my clit, my body ready to break apart at the smallest touch.
He’s toying with me.
I snake a hand down to press the pads of my fingers against my swollen clit, my release clinging to the cliff I was ready to fall over.
I don’t get farther than the barest brush of my fingers before his hand presses firmly against my own, dragging it away from my body. He pulls my hand to his mouth, licking my fingers to savor the wetness I stole before bringing his mouth to mine. “Mine,” he purrs against my lips, drawing my bottom lip between his teeth in a quick nip.
I need more. I need him.Now.
I lean into the kiss, hands caressing his shoulders, gently pushing his suspenders down until they fall away. I fumble between us, undoing his pants and pushing them over his bite-able ass until they pool at his feet. I palm his length over his briefs, giving a gentle squeeze as he hisses between his teeth.
He breaks the kiss to look down at where my hand is pressed against him, his breathing coming in shallow pants. I trail the line of his waistband with a sharp nail, slipping my hand inside to wrap around his base. His eyes close as I stroke him once, twice.
I’ve seen him through the steam of a shower, felt him pressed against my ass, but somehow the feel of him in my hand makes my eyes widen and glance down. His large hands didn’t do his size justice, my grip feeling insignificant against him as I imagine the wobble in my step tomorrow.
I wrap my legs around his waist, digging the heels of my feet into his ass, trying to get him closer, desperate for the soreness he’ll leave. He huffs out a laugh, tipping my chin up to meet his eyes, “You made me wait, Sunshine, now I want to take my time. Lay back, let meplay.”
I whine, leaning back slowly, forcing his hand to drag from my jaw down the front of my bust, palm spread wide as it caresses its way down.
I’m still making the slow descent when he leaves my parted legs, stepping out of his discarded clothes to circle to where my head now hangs off the opposite corner of the table. His thumb brushes against my bottom lip, slow and intense. The frantic clawing at each other replaced with sensual touches and ravenous need.
“Open,” he commands, the word dancing over my skin, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. I’ve always fought to hold on to control, but this doesn’t feel like a loss. I want to give myselfover to him, to feel what he can do to me. It doesn’t feel like submitting—it feels like trust.
I open my mouth slowly, and Colton runs his hand up and down his length before bringing the tip to run along my lips and against my tongue. The position causes my hands to instinctively hold onto his thighs.
“Tap my leg twice if it’s too much,” he says, cupping the back of my head where it hangs slightly off the table. I nod as I flick my tongue over his slit, licking up the pearled drop of precum at the tip.
“Sunshine, give me your words. Tap my leg twice if it’s too much, do you understand?” he repeats, body thrumming in restraint.
“Yes,” I pant, wanting nothing more than for him to keep playing.
The word is barely out of my mouth before its filled with his hard cock. He pushes in and out in a few shallow thrusts, letting me get used to swallowing him upside down. He strokes my cheek with his thumb as he moves, feeding me a little more than before, my jaw stretched wide to take him in.
“You’re doing so good baby, halfway now, you can take it,” he praises. Only half?! Oh God. My pussy is throbbing, desperate for attention as I rub my thighs together.
His hand circles my throat, slowing his pace to feel his cock bulge against his own hand as I relax my jaw to take him deeper. He groans, releasing my throat to lean forward, pushing my legs apart and spitting on my bared pussy. The movement shoves his cock farther down my throat, making me gag and splutter around him before he pulls back completely, leaving my mouth empty and my pussy soaked. He strokes his cock above my face, staring down at me, looking for any signs I want him to stop.
“I didn’t tap your thigh,” I whimper, gripping his legs tightly, pulling him back over me. “Fuck my face like you mean it.”
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Igrowl down at her, hand still stroking my cock before I feed it back to her greedy mouth, fucking in and out with harsh, sharp strokes. She starts to whine, her pussy on display for me, hungry for affection.
I put her out of her misery, leaning slightly up and over her prone form to circle her clit at the same punishing rhythm as my hips.
The relief is overstimulating, causing her to cry out around my shaft, her throat constricting to grip me even tighter.
I can feel her body start to wind back up, back bowed and thighs quaking. Spit and precum start to pool at the corners of her mouth, eyes tearing up as she gags.
