Till Summer Do Us Part(95)



“I…I want to touch you,” she says.

“Touch me all you want, babe,” I say as I play with her left breast, rubbing her nipple in between my fingers.

“I want you to lie down so I can touch you.”

Seeing a bit of confidence in her, I take that moment to kiss her one more time and then lie back on the bed, my cock still hard as a rock.

She gets in a position where she nearly hovers over me, then her hand trails over my pecs, around my nipples, which makes my cock twitch, and then down my stomach, bypassing my cock altogether and teasing me.

“Is your plan to torture me?” I ask.

“No, just gaining some more courage.”

“Courage for what? Pips, you touch me any way you want, and I’m going to fucking love it.”

“You’re just…intimidating.” She glances down at my dick, and it takes everything in me not to chuckle.

“It’s just a dick, Scottie.”

“An intimidating one.” Her finger lightly grazes the side, and I twitch again.

“Is it the piercings?” I ask.

“I mean…yeah. Do they hurt?”

“No,” I answer. “They’re really fucking sensitive and make the entire experience so much fucking better.”

“Oh,” she says and then moves her finger around the piercings, causing me to stiffen from the gentle touch.

“Jesus,” I hiss as she starts doing figure eights around the four piercings. I didn’t think I could grow harder, but here I am, aching for more, throbbing for more.

Reaching for more.

“You’re so big,” she says. “Thick. I…I don’t know how you would fit.”

“Easily, babe,” I say as precum comes to the tip. She rubs it with her finger, continuing the circling, driving me absolutely nuts. “You have to give me more, Scottie. You’re…you’re going to make me lose it.”

She glances over at me, looking surprised.

“Please, babe,” I nearly beg. “Give me that mouth, that hand. Something. Anything.”

Her tongue peeks out and wets her lips right before she lowers her mouth down to my cock and takes me past her lips.

Heaven.

Fucking heaven.

“Fuck,” I moan and ease my body into the mattress as she starts sucking. I move her hair out of the way and watch as her cheeks hollow, her tongue swirling over the head of my cock. “Shit, Scottie. So good, you’re so fucking good.”

She pulls her mouth off my cock and then drags her tongue down my length until she reaches my balls. She gently cups them and then brings them to her mouth, where she runs her tongue along the seam.

I spread my legs for her, and she moves in closer, pulling my balls all the way into her mouth and gently sucking.

“Motherfucker,” I call out as more precum slides onto my stomach. “Scottie, babe.”

She sucks just a touch harder, and I lift up to look down at her as my cock strains up toward me, ready to fucking burst. I always liked ball play, but this, this is new. This is different. This has me questioning everything I fucking knew.

“I’m…I’m getting there.”

She pauses and looks up at me. “Really?”

“Yeah, fucking really.”

Is she insane? She’s sucking my goddamn balls. Of course I’m getting there.

She smirks and then positions herself between my legs, drags her tongue up the underside of my length, and then opens her mouth again and takes me to the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I cry out when she swallows, causing my balls to tighten.

She pulls off and then sucks me back in, applying just enough pressure to curl my goddamn feet. It’s so damn good.

So fucking good.

“Scottie, more. I need more. I want…I want your cunt.”

She pauses and looks up at me.

I caress her cheek with my thumb and say, “I want that cunt. Fuck me with it.”

She sits up and straddles my lap, making my mouth water. She lines herself up with my length and then lowers herself down, letting her wet center glide over my length, never inserting me but just letting me feel her clit rub against me.

“Jesus, you’re wet again.”

I grip her hips and help her rub against me.

“Because you turn me on,” she says as her hands land on my pecs, and she moves her hips faster. “I’m so attracted to you, Wilder. Really attracted. More than I probably should be.” Her fingers dig into my pecs. “And the moment we kissed, I knew it wouldn’t be the last.” Her eyes meet mine. “I knew I was going to need more.”

Then she stops, lifts up, and positions my cock at her entrance. On a deep breath, she sinks down, and her eyes widen as she takes me all the way in.

“Oh my God!” she says as her chest heaves.

“Fuck,” I cry out from how goddamn tight she is.

“Oh God, Wilder.” She takes deep breaths. “I…oh my God, I’m so…I’m so full.”

I need to fuck her.

Badly.

I need to pump into her. Drive my cock so far inside that I want her tasting me. I’m desperate. She’s so goddamn tight that I need to feel this. I need to feel her.

But also…I need to go at her pace.

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