Page 27 of Badd Baby

My orgasm was boiling inside me, now, delayed for far too long.

The taste of her pussy lingered on my tongue, and it was exquisite, like the finest honey. Her moans were erotic, driving me mad. I'd nearly come just from the way she sounded when she came, the way she looked—a goddess made flesh, cutting loose and giving me her pleasure.

But now I was the one shuddering at the cusp, and she was kneeling in front of me, and her lips were plump and swollen, her tongue running along them as she gazed up at me with wide, wild sapphire eyes.

I captured the mass of her black hair in my hands and guided her to me. She opened her mouth, eyes not wavering away from mine for a split second as she took me into the hot, wet heaven of her mouth. My legs shook, then, as my orgasm built to an impossible frenzy, and it was all I could do to not fuck her throat.

She sensed I was still holding back—or holding back again, after a brief instant of having given over to desperation. She took control, then.

She clutched my cock in one hand and pumped slow strokes around my root, cupped my taut, hard, aching balls in the other, and slicked her mouth around my cock, wet and hot and suckling and slurping. Her bobbing mouth was wet and messy around me, then, saliva coating my length and lubricating her sliding lips, her pumping fist.

The ecstasy I felt then was unparalleled, pleasure beyond anything I’ve ever felt in my life as she worked me to a grunting, panting crescendo of desperation. Her mouth slopped and slid and slurped noisily, wet and insistent and hot and tight, at odds with the way one hand pulsed at my root with slow, almost tender touches, the other massaging my balls. She slid a finger along my taint and pressed in, shocking me with a sudden rush of renewed intensity.

That finger teased further, her eyes dancing with mischief as they met mine, daring me to stop her.

I couldn't.

Didn't.

I held her gaze and gripped her hair and guided her motions, thrusting into her mouth with bent knees, hunched over.

There was no stopping the release, then.

I felt it hit melike a runaway freight train, the surging boil of need in my balls exploding up through my shaft.

"RUNE!" I snarled. “Fuck! I'm coming, oh fuck, holy shit, Rune…fuck, fuck, fuck."

She groaned low in her throat, took my cock deeper into her mouth, to the back of her throat but not any further, pumping my cock at the root as fast as her hand would go, bobbing on my length slowly and with wet swirls of her tongue; the juxtaposition of slow and fast and hard and soft made me lose any semblance of self-control. My thrusts were mad and helpless and wild, and she took them with eager hunger, whimpering and moaning as I fucked her mouth and hand.

The flood exploded out of me, then, and I shouted my release. As I started to come, Rune slid her finger inside me, pressing in up to the first knuckle, and something inside me shattered irrevocably as my orgasm went nuclear. My legs gave out, and I sagged to the bed, leaning against it for support as I collapsed, boneless and jellied and helpless. I heard Rune gulp as I came, swallowing the flood of my cum and pumping my length for more. The finger inside me vanished, and the release of the pressure sent another spasm through me, another hot flood of cum shattering out of me.

Rune took all of that, too, but then she had to back away with a gasp, panting for breath even as yet more cum spurted out of me and dribbled down my length. Grasping my cock at the base, she licked up my shaft, greedily licking away the rivulet of cum before suctioning around my head again, tongue swirling my tip, one hand cupping my balls with a tender squeeze. I couldn't come anymore, then, but she didn't stop trying to elicit every last drop, pumping and sucking and licking until I was going slack in her hands.

Only then did she release me, and I sagged to my ass on the carpet, sweating and panting. "Holy shit."

She sat astride me, sex on my now-flaccid cock, grinning at me. “Hi."

I could only stare. "Holy shit," I repeated.

She giggled, which did unholy and incredible things to her tits. "You said that already."

“Bears repeating," I said. “That was…holy shit."

"That's how I felt after you were done," she answered. "Turnabout is fair play."

"I don't think that's what that phrase means," I said. "But I'll take it."

I cupped her cheek, pulled her close. "Kiss me."

She resisted, pulling away. "I have cum-breath."

I grinned. "I know."

“It's not—" She frowned. "You don't think it's gross?"

I leaned into her, cupping the back of her neck and claiming her mouth in a long, hard, scorching kiss. I tasted myself on her, yes. But I tasted her on my own breath, as well. Tasted her on my lips. Tasted our mingled essences. I scoured her mouth with my tongue, kissed her until she drew away with a gasp.

"Gonna turn me on again," she said.