Page 12 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Silver Fox

He kisses my ass like he's worshipping me. His hands feel warm against my skin and I might want to be spanked, even if it's with a light touch. He seems to be focused on my dripping pussy. He tells me what he needs. He needs to taste me, and I wiggle my rear end, asking for more of his attention.

"You want this, don't you? You wily little minx."

"Please, Mitchell."

I feel his fingers as he opens me up and slides two digits up and down my cunt. More of my arousal gushes out in welcome and I wiggle my butt a little bit more. I take a peek behind him when he takes his fingers away and see the hottest thing in the world.

He's licking his fingers clean of my juices and my pussy clenches in response. This man is driving me crazy with how hot he is and the things that he's doing to me. I seem to be the most important thing in the world to him right now. He leans over me and places a kiss on the side of my face.

It's tender and makes me shiver once more underneath his heavy body. I feel his weight lift, but I wonder if he could take me like this, right now. He has other intentions, however. I hear him muttering to himself, and I can't make out the words.

"What are you mumbling about, Mitchell?"

"I have a feast before me, and I'm not sure where to start."

"You can get out your cock and fuck me from behind. That would be a good start."

"I need to get you ready for me, little one."

What the heck does that mean? Just how big is he that he has to prepare me more than I already am? I try to get up, but his hand caresses my face from behind, and the gesture soothes me. Then I feel him kneel behind me once again, and suddenly his breath is on me, warm and delicious.

His fingers are exploring me while he breathes against my core, and I shake once again. This man is disarming me with just a few moves. Must be the years of experience he has. A pang of jealousy appears, and I shove it down. This man is not mine and I have no claim over him.

Do I want a claim over him? Now doesn't seem the right time to be thinking about this, except it might be the perfect time. He's behind me, offering pleasure, and it shows without words that he wants me. I'm startled out of my thoughts when his tongue goes up and down where his fingers previously were.

He keeps teasing me, going up and down my slit as I start to fall apart for him. I push my ass back so that I can get closer to his face and fuck it. Yes, I want to fuck his face and no, I'm not ashamed of it. It all somehow feels right with Mitchell.

"Mmmhmm, you're so tasty, little one."

My orgasm is so close I can almost feel it. I push back once again to force his whole face against my hungry pussy.

"Mitchell, I'm so close. Don't you dare stop."

That's when I feel his tongue penetrate me as much as it can, and I just fall apart. How I wish that had been his cock. The orgasm is strong enough to make me call out his name when it happens, and I'm afraid my neighbor might hear.

Mitchell keeps lapping at me until the last remnants of my orgasm are gone. I look back and see him with a smug expression on his face. Yes, he made me lose all control. He shattered me and probably ruined me for other men. I don't care. I want more of him.

"You taste so sweet. Like strawberries."

"Fuck me, Mitchell. Right here, right now. I need you more than I can say."

"You want my cock, little one?"

"Yes, please."

I hear his zipper going down and I thank the heavens I'm going to get his hard cock inside me. That last orgasm was strong, but I feel empty because his cock wasn't in me when I came. I'm ready to be claimed and gasp as I feel his cock head at my entrance.

"Is this what you want, Sarah?"

"Yes, Mitchell."

"Do you think you can take all of me?"

"I can and I will, Mitchell."

His hand caresses my ass, then goes up my spine and up to my head. He grabs my ponytail and pulls on it enough for it to hurt just a little. Before I know it, he slides deep inside me. He's fully inside me now, and I feel full and happy.

"Fuck me, Mitchell."