I could tongue-fuck Eliza Angelo morning, noon, and night.
Her taste, her cream, the way she tenses as my mouth sweeps over her drives me to the brink of insanity.
Maybe that抯 why I抦 so urgent to push her over the edge, too far gone to stretch this out as much as I抎 like.
I want her to come for me, dammit, to paint my fucking face with the force and the glory of her fireworks.
So when she rasps 揅ole!?I grab her ass hard, digging my fingers in, holding her up like a willing prisoner as I drag her nub between my teeth and lash her with my tongue.
Her hand finds my shoulders and her fingers dig in梙ard enough to bruise.
I need it, honestly.
I need the hint of pain because it抯 the only thing that keeps me from shooting off in my pants, my cock straining against the fabric when her legs shake frantically and her head tosses back.
She screams herself hoarse into the night.
Then it抯 all Eliza coming real sweet for me, her pussy convulsing on my face, leaving me drenched from nose to chin.
I am this desperate, damned thing, drinking every bit of her as she comes apart, as she gives up the first orgasm of many I promise to thieve out of her tonight.
When she抯 coming down from her high in my arms and I抦 breathing again, I hold her, stroking her soft mahogany hair while the breeze licks our slick skin.
揅ole. God. I抦梩hat was棓
I hold a finger to her lips, loving how she stutters.
揂 favor. Now here抯 your chance to return it,?I say, falling down on the blanket, a hard-on like steel still trying to rip through my pants.
Her shocked look turns to glee when her eyes rake over me.
I can抰 believe how much I enjoy the feeling of her hands opening my pants, parting them, releasing me.
She gives my dick a few rough strokes with her eyes gleaming before I mutter one word.
揝uck,?I order, lacing my fingers through her hair as she leans over me.
It抯 goddamned glorious watching her figure out how to take me.
She doesn抰 have it easy, but she tries, slowly fitting my swollen head in her mouth.
I never even push her head down, but she still gags.
Probably ten times before she抯 able to work her way even a third down my shaft, her eyes glowing with determination.
And it抯 the way she looks at me with my cock in her mouth that makes my balls pull up, the come inside them burning me from the inside out.
I don抰 know how I keep it together with her tongue swiping under my crown, her soft lips pulling at my flesh, her hair hanging wildly around her face in messy tufts.
She抣l still look like a woman who抯 been freshly fucked for sure, regardless of whether I throw my load down her throat.
A couple minutes in, and my throat becomes sandpaper.
My hands dig at the blanket, the ground.
I抦 shaking with a low murmur trapped in my throat as she finds her rhythm, her little hand caressing my balls as she sucks.
揈liza, goddammit,?I rumble, fisting her hair. 揘o.?
I jerk her head back just when I抦 on the brink.
Her wet pussy won抰 leave my head, and I抦 ravenous to fill her up, as much as a sinister part of me also wants to leave ropes hanging off her face.
She looks at me, eyes asking if she抯 done something wrong.
I reassure her with a deep, growling kiss before I flip her over, making my intentions clear.
I push my boxers down梤emembering to rummage around in my pocket for a condom at the last second.
Fuck.
I抦 so far gone I almost pushed inside her raw, and if I had, I would have spilled every drop of come in her womb.
It抯 like she knows it too. She moans as I roll the rubber on and bury myself inside her, ass up and pussy tight and ready.
Fuck the moon and stars and sea breezes and torch light. This might be the most romantic place on Earth, but for us, it抯 debauchery central.
I can抰 bring myself to fuck her slow, knowing I won抰 last long.
I drive in, making her lush ass ripple with every impact, loving how she meets every punishing thrust.
We move together.
Melt together.
Rut together.
We cling to each other as we fight for breath, her little hands falling into mine as she reaches over her head.
I hold her tight as I drive into her, our breath drumming into the night as the pleasure intensifies.
Soon, she butchers my name with a shriek that announces her orgasm.
Ecstasy picks me up and slams me back into myself as her pussy tightens around my cock, throbbing and squeezing, sucking me off.
My spine goes electric.
White-hot fire hits my brain, and then I抦 just one long growl, spilling myself inside her, both of us seeing stars that belong to something far darker than the night.
We don抰 even speak when we抮e sane enough to stand again.