Page 42 of Die for You

Regardless, Lenny takes a step back, running a hand over his mouth as he consumes me from head to toe. My body responds as it always does when I’m with him—I want more.

We don’t speak.

No words are needed.

I reach around and unhook my bra.

My breasts feel heavy.

Lenny steps forward, and I reach for the hem of his T-shirt, taking it off. A moan slips past my lips when I see his bare chest.

The dark hair on his pecs, trickling down his stomach and into his low-slung jeans, turns me on so much. It’s all man. His abs look to be carved from granite, and the urge to run my tongue over each hardened bump has me rubbing my legs together to stop the burn between my thighs.

His jeans sit low, exposing his V-muscle that I like oh, so very much.

His messy hair, heavy growth, and hungry-as-fuck eyes will be the death of me.

And he knows it.

He runs his palms down the tops of my thighs. He stops when he reaches my knees.

Our eyes lock.

I hold my breath.

In one swift move, Lenny flips me over so my chest is splayed out on the counter with my ass poised high in the air. He yanks down my underwear, and without a word, he spanks me.

I jolt at the force because he is far from gentle, which is exactly what I want.

The sting burns, and when he brings his hand down a second time, it radiates all the way to my pussy.

He spreads my legs, drops to his knees, and eats me out from behind. He grips my thighs, holding me prisoner. I grasp the edge of the counter and arch my back, granting him deeper access to every part of me.

He spreads my ass, opening me up wide, and buries his face between my cheeks. He uses his tongue in ways that have me screaming at the top of my lungs.

He doesn’t allow me a reprieve. My cries only spur him on further.

He scoops a hand under my belly and coaxes my hips backward so I’m riding his face as he’s eating my ass. My clit is throbbing. I desperately need a release.

Reaching down, I begin playing with myself while Lenny teases my back entrance with his tongue by using a circular motion before slowly tunneling into me.

I open to him like a flower in bloom.

Something which some may see as taboo is nothing but carnal hunger between Lenny and me. The fact we can engage in something so depraved and for it to feel so good only heightens everything I’m feeling.

He suddenly shoots up and flips me over so my back now rests on the counter.

I don’t stop pleasuring myself.

Lenny watches in utter desire and soon joins me as he unfastens his jeans. His cock is hard and glistening from the pre-cum that coats his thick head. He strokes his shaft, his eyes fixated on my sex.

Lifting my shoulders from the counter, I watch Lenny jerk himself off.

The sight is utterly erotic.

He strokes himself leisurely, the sound of his rhythm intensifying everything tenfold.

I drop my head back to the counter and squeeze my eyes shut, listening to the impassioned low moans slipping past Lenny’s lips as well as his hand stroking his cock.