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Holy shit, I’m not prepared for the heat of her mouth, or the way she shamelessly sucks me straight to the back of her throat. She’s not shy about showing off.
Down, boy.
A low, appreciative, moan warbles in the back of my throat as my toes curl and my hips jerk as her tongue licks and flicks like a pro. Barbi’s got skills.
“No gag?” I bite my lower lip as she pulls out holding just the tip with her lips. Fuuuuck… “I like it when you show off, love, but don’t get too cocky with my cock.” My grip on her hair tightens; a display of dominance that doesn’t really make sense considering my dick is in her mouth.
There’s no way in hell I’m going to last with the way her tongue laves my cock, flicking at the sensitive underside behind the glans, tracing the veins and ridges of the shaft with tiny pulses of her tongue. The way she hums when she takes me, deep throats me, is fucking amazing.
How far can I push her?
More blood races to harden my cock, as if that’s possible, and I grit my teeth to keep from exploding too soon.
But the moment I gain the upper hand, controlling myself, Barbi adds in her hands, caressing my thighs and moving to explore my balls. Her fingers curl around the sack and her fingernails dig in, adding the slightest hint of pain to the pleasure she dispenses.
By now, I’ve nearly lost the battle, ready to explode in her mouth like a virginal boy with zero self-control.
She turns me into a panting, grunting animal as I fight my release. Shit, I’m going to come. I’m going to come from the pure agony the pleasure she inflicts upon me causes. Holy fucking hell. I’ve had blowjobs before—plenty of powerful orgasms—but this?
This is something else.
I never want this to end. Yet, the urge to come is nearly overwhelming. More panting. More grunting. More bucking of my hips as I fuck her mouth like a madman. That devilish tongue of hers is relentless. She knows precisely how to time the flicks of her tongue beneath the glans to play against the way she squeezes my balls and her fingernails dig into the sensitive skin.
She coaxes me to come, and hell if she doesn’t make my hips jerk, pumping in and out of her mouth. Holy fucking shit, I want her. I need her. I’ve never needed to fuck a woman like I need to fuckthis one.
Mindless with molten pleasure flowing through me, I fuck her mouth and pound straight to the back of her throat. I crush my groin against her face, holding her still then fucking her like a madman. She takes every inch of me without gagging or choking. If anything, she sucks harder.
But I don’t want to come in her mouth. I will another day, but today, I need to feed every inch of my cock into her wet heat.
“You make me crazy, love.” Savagely, I pull her off my cock. My words come in a low growl as I rip the shirt from her body. My fingers find the button of her jeans, then with a little lift, I yank her jeans over her ass, down to her knees, then off completely.
Clothes fly about us in a flurry of desire.
My fingers claw at her panties, ripping them away as my fingers seek the heat of her core and slip through her silky arousal. She practically gushes over my knuckles as I shove my fingers in as deep as I can. Her pussy is soaked, and she moans against my probing fingers.
She writhes on my hand, grinding her hips the way I just fucked her mouth. I add a second, and then a third finger into her wet heat, crooking them just so until she cries out with the first of several orgasms I intend to inflict.
Her eyes squeeze shut and her breaths falter, but she’s not so out of it that she doesn’t reach between us to take my cock in her hand.
My hands ravage her body as she moans against me. She’s so responsive, so eager for more. The fingers of my other hand trace the outline of her curves as if memorizing every inch of her body.
“Oh my God…” Breathy and needful, she’s so damn responsive. So unapologetic in taking what she wants. She’s not ashamed of loving sex. She rides my fingers like a hellion, a hellcat in heat.
“Yes, love?” I fight the pain in my cock, the engorged fury and depraved need. “You know what you have to do if you want to come.”
“Holy hell, I hate you.”
“You love it when I make you beg. When I make you ask for it.”
“Goddamn you.” She claws at me, ravenous and insatiable. “Please, fuck me. I’m begging you.”
I claim her lips with my mouth, shutting up whatever witty comeback she might throw at me. My mouth searches for new places to explore: the graceful curve of her neck, the tantalizing edge of her earlobe, the tender spot beneath her jawline; all these new places begging for my attention. With each touch and every kiss, she melts into me further until we are both lost to the passion igniting between us.
I lift Barbi and set her bottom on the counter. As I nibble along her neck, I continue toward the tip of her shoulder. The entire time, my fingers torment her, building her pleasure to a fevered peak.
My mouth returns to hers. I run my tongue along her bottom lip. She moans into my mouth and it’s all the encouragement I need as I pick her up and hold her hot body wrapped around mine.
I take in the sight of her naked body, fully exposed to me with the lights on. Her breasts are full and high, her nipples pink and hard from desire. Her flat belly leads to an intoxicating treasure trove between her thighs. I’m so hard I can’t stand it anymore. I need to be inside her.