“Scoot up,” I told her. “Hang your head off the bed.”
Mary did as I told her to, and I cursed at the sight of her throat arched, her body stretching out even more across the white sheets.
“Now,” I said, carefully cradling her head in one hand as I fisted myself in the other. “Open that pretty mouth.”
She did, sticking out her pink tongue as a welcome sign. I stepped in closer, guiding my crown to her mouth. I slicked it with her tongue in slow, torturous circles that elicited a deep groan from me and a desperate whimper from Mary before I slowly pressed inside, all the way until her lips had no choice but to wrap around me.
“Fuck,” I cursed, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back at the sensation. I wasn’t even a third of the way inside her, but the sight of her stretched out, the angle, the feel of her tongue as it swirled around me… it was enough to make me come right then.
Mary’s hands reached for my ass to pull me in deeper, and I let her, flexing a bit more until she gagged. I pulled out then, letting her catch her breath. Then, I was hinging at the waist, my cock hard and hovering at her mouth, waiting for her to take it again, all while I kissed along her breasts, her stomach, until my tongue could reach her clit.
She shook violently at the first taste, and I braced my knees against the edge of the mattress to hold myself steady as she played with my crown again, matching my teases against her clit. I licked and she swirled, I sucked and she gagged. It was a sweet, sadistic game of cat and mouse, both of us teasing the other to see who would break first.
When Mary bucked her hips against my mouth, giving me no choice but to run my tongue flat and hot along the length of her, she shuddered beneath me, moaning around where my cock was in her mouth.
“Does my girl need more?” I teased, breathing against her before I licked her in a long, hot sweep again.
“Please,” she begged, and she barely got the word out before I held onto her thighs and buried my face between them.
I ate her pussy like a starved man, licking and sucking and slowly inching one finger inside her to curl along with the rhythm my tongue was stroking against her. I couldn’t even focus on the way she was teasing me, because my singular focus had shifted to her pleasure.
“Focus, baby,” I told her with another flick of my tongue. “Can you come for me again tonight?”
A whimpered, “Yes,” floated into the air like a spell.
Mary still licked along my shaft as I played with her, but when I curled two fingers inside and sucked her clit in the way I knew gave her the right amount of friction, I felt her focus shift, too. She was still sucking me, but it was lazy and slow, distracted, all while her hips widened, her knees stretching open, pelvis bucking up to reach for her release.
“That’s it,” I praised her. “Find it. I want these legs shaking for me. I want to hear you scream.”
She moaned, and then she pulled her mouth away from my shaft so I could soak up every sigh and whimper and cry as I found the right spot to make her shatter.
My name was a repeated prayer on her lips as she did, and her hands fisted in my hair, holding me to her as she ground her hips against me. I grabbed her thigh tighter with my free hand, the other working inside her in time with my mouth on her clit. And only when she sagged into the bed like dead weight did I stop, carefully removing my fingers as she shuddered and clung to me like I was all that held her from floating off into space.
“Good girl,” I breathed against her, pressing a light kiss to her clit that made her shake again.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her eyes hooded as I stood again. But when she went to move, I pressed her back into the sheets.
“Not yet, mi alma,” I said, sweeping her hair from her face. “I want to fuck that sweet mouth.”
Mary licked her lips, coating them before she opened wide and stuck out her tongue for me again. She was already pulling me to her before I could wrap a fist around myself, like she was starved for me now.
I let her take control, groaning as she slicked me and took me in inch by blissful inch. She could still only get a little under half of me inside before she’d gag, but she used her hands and worked them in time with her mouth in a torturous rhythm that had me flexing into her, my toes curling on the hotel carpet.
“Hang your head off more,” I told her, using my hands in her hair as a guide. “Arch for me, baby. Open your throat.”
When she did, I palmed her breasts, squeezing the ample softness and toying with her piercings with each thumb. She squirmed under the touch, moaning around my shaft. It sent a vibration through me that made my knees buckle.
“Fuck, yes,” I praised. “Just like that. Can you open more for me?”
She arched even more, and carefully, I moved my hands to her head. My fingers wound into her hair, and I stroked her in calming touches as I started to shift control to me, holding her still as I worked myself in and out of her mouth.
“I want to see my cock stretching your throat,” I told her, still moving slow and easy. “I’m going to fuck you deeper, baby, and I want you to take it. Hold me deep as long as you can.”
She moaned around me again, affirming that she wanted it, too. Her hands grabbed my ass to pull me in a bit more, but I still held the control. Slowly at first, I pulled her mouth off me and then slid her back down, watching as she arched and opened as much as she could underneath me. I groaned at the sight of my cock bulging in her throat when I pressed deeper, and even though she gagged, she still held me to her, telling me she was okay.
The deeper I went, the more I lost control, flexing my hips with every thrust into her. She moaned and gagged but never faltered, and the sight of her stretched out, her tits bouncing as I fucked her throat — it sent me.
I slid in deep, holding myself inside her as the first pulse of heat vibrated through me. “Goddamn, Stig,” I managed on a breath, and then I was pumping my release inside her, small flexes of my hips stretching out the release as I felt every inch of her tongue on me, her throat constricting around my shaft, her lips tight and warm.
I shook, knees giving out, and made noises no grown man should make as I came. She soaked up every drop like it was hard earned, not letting me pull away until I was completely drained and near collapsing. Mary gagged a little when I finally did pull out, and then I was on the floor, and she rolled over onto her stomach, hair a wild halo around her as she smiled and wiped her lips.
“Damn,” she said, breathless. “That was fucking hot.”
I barked out a laugh, body still spasming. “You should have seen it from my point of view.”
The little minx crawled off the bed and down onto the floor with me, and I hadn’t even caught my breath before she was straddling me and kissing me hard with intent.
“Please tell me you can get hard again,” she breathed against my lips. “Because that turned me on so fucking much.”
I laughed against her lips. “You’re insatiable.”
“Please, Leo,” she said, running her hand down to grip me. I didn’t know how it was possible, but slowly, as she pumped me, I grew in her hand. “I want to ride you. I want to feel you.”
I groaned, maneuvering us until my back was against the bed for support. That was all the confirmation Mary needed before she was pressing up onto her knees, lining me up at her entrance.