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I just told a man to go down on me. Not just any man, I told one of the biggest fuckboys I know to make me come on his tongue. And he looks up at me, like he is genuinely thankful I asked him that. I love the sight of this. Those blue eyes looking at me hungrily, waiting to devour me.

His tongue starts grazing my inner thigh. Slow kisses tracing higher and higher until he’s right where I want him to be.

“Fuck, you are so wet for me, Raven.”

“I can’t stand straight like this for long, Marcus.” I’m wearing heels higher than the Burj Khalifa, or at least that’s how it feels like. I tangle my hand through his hair. He chuckles when I tug on it. He grabs my right leg and puts it around his shoulder. Fuck, his shoulders are broad enough to hold me still. But I can tell that my heels are digging in his back. He doesn’t complain though.

“Now, let me eat you out.” He is skilled with his tongue. He first slowly plays with my folds, riling me on. Until he really gets into it. And when he slides his finger inside me, I did not expect it whatsoever. His hands are bigger than mine, so it is very different from how my fingers feel inside me.

“Fuck, you’re slick.” He slides another finger inside.

My head rolls back in unison to my eyes. “Oh fuck–Yes.”. He curls his fingers inside me and his long fingers hit a spot inside me that I didn’t even know existed. His tongue keeps playing with my clit. I push my hips ahead and shamelessly rub against his face until I feel a wave of liquid pool in my pussy.

I feel my orgasm building up as I keep rubbing against him. Craving him. I push his face against my pussy. He’s mouth-fucking me, he’s finger-fucking me and he’s holding me in place so that I don’t lose balance and fall.

He pushes his finger deeper and my back arches. “I’m going to come.” I moan.

“Come for me. Scream my name as I eat you off.” And that’s exactly what I do. I scream his name as I shiver and ride his fingers. I feel the orgasm tear through me. My pussy clenches against his fingers and he groans and licks me clean. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean too. Why is that the sexiest thing ever?

“You taste so so good. One taste is not going to be enough, Raven.” I am still panting. Recovering from my orgasm before he picks me up in a swift motion. I swear to god, this man lifts me up like I weigh nothing. He lays me on the bed on my back. “Clothes off!”

“So cocky…” I give him that same look that he calls ‘the fuckable look’. I bite my lip to tease him and he is teased. He is more than teased. Because when I press my hand against the bulge in his pants, he groans with pleasure.

“Not so soon. First, I will take care of you.” He pushes me back on the bed and takes off his shirt to reveal peaks and valleys between his pecs and abs. He’s ripped. And by ripped I mean that he is rocking those eight pack abs. He has muscles even on the side of his ribs, how is that possible? I hold onto the belt hoops on his jeans and pull him close. I need to feel his ripped body with my own hands to know that it’s real. I trace my hands up and down and he’s smirking at me.

“It’s real!” That gets me a laugh.

“You thought it was fake.”

My hand travels lower and lower until I reach the button on his jeans and unzip them open. “So greedy!” he grins.

He kicks off his jeans and groans as if he can finally breathe now. I rub my hand against his erection in his boxers and no wonder he was in pain. He’s huge, and must be cramped up in those jeans. His hand holds mine and pins me above my head. “First. I will take care of you.”

“But–”

“Shhh…” Nobody in my life has ever shushed me. Nobody. “Let’s get rid of this, shall we?” He holds the straps of my top. I stuck the top to my body with body tape, because I’m not wearing anything underneath. When I take my top off, Marcus stares at me as if he saw the eighth wonder of the world. “You are so beautiful, Riya! Every inch of you is art, a beautiful beautiful art.” I blush at his words. I have been called beautiful before, but never when I was naked.

My breasts are fine. I always felt like they’re a little small in comparison to my ass. But when Marcus takes one in his mouth. Fuck. It fits perfectly.

I moan and groan as he plays with my body. And when he goes down on me again, I am all but in pleasureland right now. His tongue teases me at my entrance. One hand playing with my clit.

And when he pinches my nipple, I am a goner. I hear a loud moan and I think it must be from either of the boy’s rooms. But when the hand that was playing with my nipple just before came to my mouth, I realised it was me.

“I know I am skilled, but we don’t need to tell my roommates how much, Raven.”

“Then stop playing around with my nipple. I’m sensitive there.” He’s a brat because he brings his hand back to my breast and continues playing.

A raspy chuckle. “Maybe I don’t mind telling them how good I am. Your moans and gasps get me off already.” Man just thinking about how hard he is right now, gets half the job done. And the rest of the job is done by his talented tongue. After I settle down from my orgasm he crawls back up.

“You’re a screamer.” he chuckles as he flops down next to me.

“And your tongue deserves an award for giving the best orgasms.” Another chuckle. He pulls me on top of him. And I bend down and push my lips on him as my pussy grinds on him. Fuck, he’s really huge. I doubt if he’ll fit inside me.

He pulls back from the kiss. “Keep grinding like that, I’m close.” Oh no no! We can’t let that happen. So I stop grinding and he’s equally furious and laughing.

“Tease.”

I smirk shyly. “No. I should return the favour, sweetheart.” I start tracing sweet kisses down his torso. His stomach shivers when I reach his abs. God, he’s built like a Greek god. No wonder so many women worship him as if he’s a sex God. He is. When I pull his boxers down and free his erection, his eyes roll back. I wish I could take a picture right now, just so that I could touch myself later looking at it. Feeling proud that I made him feel like that.

“My turn.” I wrap my hand around his cock. He fits perfectly in my hand. I start massaging him. Slow strokes at first as I see him bead with precum. I’ve been thinking about sucking him off, more so when he jerked off in front of me.

When I lick the tip with my tongue he groans my name.

Not Raven.

Riya .

Fuck.

That makes me squirm with pleasure between my legs. I finally take him in my mouth. Slow teasing strokes at first. That is until he wraps his hands around my hair and starts thrusting in my mouth. Gagging. I am gagging. Gasping for air, but who wants air? Because when he groans in pleasure and tells me how good my mouth feels, I want nothing more than for him to come in my mouth even if my eyes tear up.

“Fuck…I’m coming. Can I come in your mouth?” Is that even a question? I give a small nod so that I don’t break his pretty dick. And he shoots in my mouth. I swallow his saltiness like a good girl.

I swipe my thumb across the corner of my lower lip and lick the drippings looking at him. “Fuck…” He pulls me closer to his chest and flips me over so that he is on top of me.

“Pleasure returned.” he pants. And I can’t help but chuckle. Is it too late for me to tell him that this was the first time I let someone come in my mouth? Nah! I’ll just keep it to myself. “Ten minutes. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be good to go again.” His eyes turn naughty again. “Until then…” his hand travels to my clit and rubs small circles around it and my hips start moving to his rhythm.

“Are you good to go again?” he asks me. This man made me come two times in less than half an hour and wants me to orgasm again? And we haven’t even fucked each other. Just oral stuff. Among the three one night stands that I’ve had, I never came once, never once saw a man so eager to make me come. Usually it was just making out, clothes on the ground, a little bit of touching each other until they were ready to go and that’s it.

It was done after they were satisfied. They weren’t half bothered if I had fun. That’s one of the reasons why I stopped doing it. Because it is awkward telling a stranger you met a few hours ago, Hey I didn’t orgasm. It’s great that you did. Could you go down on me?

James’s tongue nips my nipple and that pulls a moan out of me and brings me back. “Now that I have your attention again.” He has that cocky grin on his face.

“Assshole.” I hit his chest.

“Have you done that before?”

“What?” I act coy. No I haven't. I never even thought about it.

He flips me over as if I’m a pillow. I swear to god, the way this man throws me around turns me on even more. He’s strong! Like really strong!

“Do you trust me?” I nod. “You are going to have to spell it out for me, Raven.” he kisses my butt as I am on all fours. I should be embarrassed about my body like I always am, but for some reason, I am not! I feel shameless in front of him.

“I trust you.” I spell it out for him.

He spanks me and I moan softly. “Good. Let me know if it’s too much or if you want me to stop alright?”

“Yes.” I can’t see what he’s doing, but I hear a pop sound. Did he suck on something? His finger. He wet his finger. I feel one wet finger on my asshole.

“You okay?” he asks me.

I clear my throat. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He slides one finger inside and my back arches. Fuck, that feels good.

“Alright?”

“Don’t stop.” he moves his finger inside me. “That feels good.”

“Yes?” he leans ahead and his teeth nick my ear, while his finger is still inside me. His other hand travels to my clit, soft circles around it. Mmmm….That feels good. He pushes two fingers inside my pussy. Fuck! That caught me by surprise and I jerked up.

“That good?” I can’t contemplate anything anymore. All I feel is his voice in my ear, his breath on my neck, two fingers in my pussy and one in my behind. His fingers curl up inside my pussy and I cry out loud, words like, Yes baby, just like that, fuck, that feels good, harder.

“Come for me, Raven. Let me see you fall apart around my fingers? Come for me.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice, because I am already seeing stars. I clench around all his fingers as I feel my orgasm soar through me. This is what heaven must feel like, because Marcus James Williams is a sex god. Or finger god. Or tongue god. Because just as I am at my peak, he starts kissing my neck, under my ear, which makes it hundred times more intense. I don’t think I have ever come so hard.

“Good girl.” he kisses the back of my neck as I am shaking, soaring through my orgasm. After he pulls all his fingers out, I fall on the bed. Panting, exhausted, tired, drained of every ounce of energy.

“Come here.” He pulls my shaking body closer to his body and holds me as he chuckles.

“I’m never using that word around you ever again.” Asshole.

“What word?” he chuckles and his entire body shakes against mine. I hit him playfully. “Alright. Gotcha. Are you okay though?” This time concern in his tone.

“I’ve never felt this much pleasure. I’m more than okay.” My eyes assure him and this time his lips find mine. My hands linger around his body. But before they reach his cock, he holds it back.

He brings my hand close to his face and kisses the back of it. “We don’t have to. You look tired.”

“Are you afraid because you said ten minutes and you’re not good to go? I promise I won’t judge.” He’s laughing now. But he doesn’t say anything, instead he holds my hand and presses against his very erect and hard cock. He only needed ten minutes. Fuck, athletes have a next level stamina.

He pulls a blanket over our naked bodies. “But, let’s not.”

“But, I feel bad that I came multiple times and you only once.” Am I tired? Yes. Do I have the energy to give him head? No. But do I feel guilty about it? Yes.

“It’s not a competition, Raven. Nobody’s keeping a count.” He presses his lips on mine.

“But–”

“Shhh…” he does it again. And I want to snap at him for shushing me. But just as I am about to open my mouth to argue, he presses a kiss on my forehead.

Aww.

No! He shushed you!

But then he kissed your forehead!

Fuck!

Don’t fall for Marcus James Williams!