head, feeling her face flame with mortification. “I – I can’t. Please, Nick. It’s just not something I like.”
“Tough. Because I do like it. A lot. And I think I’m going to really like eating up your sweet, juicy cunt. Now tell me why you don’t enjoy it.”
She whimpered as his fingers dug deeper into her thighs and she knew there’d be bruises there tomorrow, as well as in a number of other places on her body. “It just doesn’t feel good, that’s all. Only a couple of the guys I’ve been with ever tried it and it just felt – icky.”
“Icky?” He threw back his head and laughed heartily. “Oh, that’s a good one, Angel. And you know what? If some fumbling twenty year old college boy tried to go down on you and didn’t know what the hell he was doing, then that very, uh, vivid description probably isn’t far off the mark. However,” he added in a low, sexy voice, “ I know exactly what I’m doing.”
And before she could protest further, he’d buried his face between her widespread thighs and began to run his tongue with deliberate precision all around the moist folds of her labia.
“Oh, God!” she cried out, her hips rearing up off the bed as her hands threaded into his thick black hair, pulling him in even closer.
It took only those few clever, arousing licks for her to realize he’d been quite right. Not only did he know exactly what he was doing, but he seemed to be an expert in the art. The pathetic attempts her previous partners had made at this were laughable now in comparison. Except that laughing was the very last thing she felt like doing at this moment.
Nick lifted his head, only to replace his tongue with two long fingers, and she quivered each time he would thrust them deep inside of her body before sliding back out. He repeated this action far too many times for her to count, until she was writhing against his fingers, her pelvis thrashing around wildly, seeking, needing, begging.
“You’re a greedy little bitch, aren’t you?” he rasped. “You want it real bad, don’t you, Angel? How many orgasms do you think you can handle in one night, hmm? I’m betting an awful lot.”
“Yes,” she cried out frantically. “I – I do need it. Please, oh please, just -”
He pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on it hard, and then bent his head and flicked his tongue across it twice, thrice, until she came apart, her nails digging into his scalp as she clutched his head to her. The orgasm went on and on, causing the bed to shake as her legs seemed to flail around uncontrollably.
Her whole body was still throbbing with sensation, and she badly needed a few minutes to come back down to earth, to remember how to breathe. But Nick was at her again, this time with his tongue thrusting up boldly inside her vagina, mimicking the motion his fingers had been making just minutes ago.
“Ah, no more. I – I can’t,” she pleased weakly. “So – so good, but I need -”
“You need to be prepared for me, Angel,” he told her firmly, his fingers spreading the lips of her inner labia apart. “You feel as tight as a virgin and I’m admittedly a big guy. If I don’t get you wet enough, relaxed enough, I’ll hurt you. Not intentionally, of course, but I am, ah, considered very well hung. So trust me on this, hmm? One more time and then I’ll fuck you.”
That promise was enough to make her heart begin to race in mingled fear and excitement, even as his mouth got busy again. It took very little time and not a whole lot of effort on his part to bring her over yet again, the climax causing her vaginal muscles to convulse around the pumping motion of his fingers, to shudder against the talented mouth that kept sucking on her over-sensitized clit.
When he finally moved away, Angela could only let her arms and legs sprawl limply in a weirdly contorted position. The blood was pounding in her ears and she was half-afraid she was going to pass out from the
“Tough. Because I do like it. A lot. And I think I’m going to really like eating up your sweet, juicy cunt. Now tell me why you don’t enjoy it.”
She whimpered as his fingers dug deeper into her thighs and she knew there’d be bruises there tomorrow, as well as in a number of other places on her body. “It just doesn’t feel good, that’s all. Only a couple of the guys I’ve been with ever tried it and it just felt – icky.”
“Icky?” He threw back his head and laughed heartily. “Oh, that’s a good one, Angel. And you know what? If some fumbling twenty year old college boy tried to go down on you and didn’t know what the hell he was doing, then that very, uh, vivid description probably isn’t far off the mark. However,” he added in a low, sexy voice, “ I know exactly what I’m doing.”
And before she could protest further, he’d buried his face between her widespread thighs and began to run his tongue with deliberate precision all around the moist folds of her labia.
“Oh, God!” she cried out, her hips rearing up off the bed as her hands threaded into his thick black hair, pulling him in even closer.
It took only those few clever, arousing licks for her to realize he’d been quite right. Not only did he know exactly what he was doing, but he seemed to be an expert in the art. The pathetic attempts her previous partners had made at this were laughable now in comparison. Except that laughing was the very last thing she felt like doing at this moment.
Nick lifted his head, only to replace his tongue with two long fingers, and she quivered each time he would thrust them deep inside of her body before sliding back out. He repeated this action far too many times for her to count, until she was writhing against his fingers, her pelvis thrashing around wildly, seeking, needing, begging.
“You’re a greedy little bitch, aren’t you?” he rasped. “You want it real bad, don’t you, Angel? How many orgasms do you think you can handle in one night, hmm? I’m betting an awful lot.”
“Yes,” she cried out frantically. “I – I do need it. Please, oh please, just -”
He pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on it hard, and then bent his head and flicked his tongue across it twice, thrice, until she came apart, her nails digging into his scalp as she clutched his head to her. The orgasm went on and on, causing the bed to shake as her legs seemed to flail around uncontrollably.
Her whole body was still throbbing with sensation, and she badly needed a few minutes to come back down to earth, to remember how to breathe. But Nick was at her again, this time with his tongue thrusting up boldly inside her vagina, mimicking the motion his fingers had been making just minutes ago.
“Ah, no more. I – I can’t,” she pleased weakly. “So – so good, but I need -”
“You need to be prepared for me, Angel,” he told her firmly, his fingers spreading the lips of her inner labia apart. “You feel as tight as a virgin and I’m admittedly a big guy. If I don’t get you wet enough, relaxed enough, I’ll hurt you. Not intentionally, of course, but I am, ah, considered very well hung. So trust me on this, hmm? One more time and then I’ll fuck you.”
That promise was enough to make her heart begin to race in mingled fear and excitement, even as his mouth got busy again. It took very little time and not a whole lot of effort on his part to bring her over yet again, the climax causing her vaginal muscles to convulse around the pumping motion of his fingers, to shudder against the talented mouth that kept sucking on her over-sensitized clit.
When he finally moved away, Angela could only let her arms and legs sprawl limply in a weirdly contorted position. The blood was pounding in her ears and she was half-afraid she was going to pass out from the
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