Page 32 of Mayfair Madame

“Ellie, please,” I begged.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to undress, and I want you to taste me.”

She refused to meet my eyes. Shit, she’d leave me standing here on my own in my kitchen. Her lips moved, but no words came out.

“Okay, but promise me you won’t look too closely.”

“Ellie…” She would be beautiful.

“No, just promise. Please, Naomi.”

“I promise.” I watched with trepidation, trying not to stare.

She started with the buttons of her shirt, undoing them one by one. If only she could see herself through my eyes.

She slipped out of it, revealing luscious tits almost spilling from the half-cut bra she wore. They jiggled as she moved.

Next came off the belt and her boots, and last but not least, she removed her jeans, slowly stepping out of them. She covered her belly with her arms, shielding herself from me.

I would have loved to see all of her, but I’d already pushed her to her limit.

“Come.” I crooked a finger. “Come taste me, Ellie.”

I held a glistening finger out to her. She took a step closer and sucked it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my fingertip.

She closed her eyes and moaned. “Fuck, you taste good.”

I didn’t expect her to drop to her knees, but she did, her eyes level with my pubes. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pussy so good. Your clit is…”

“Big. I know.” I had a larger-than-average clit. It could be incredibly sensitive. Some were turned off by it, but I didn’t care.

Gently, she stroked it with her finger, parting my folds. “It looks perfect. I bet it tastes delicious too.”

“Why don’t you try it?” I held my breath, my body hot in response to her attention.

She grazed it with her tongue, placed her hands on either side, and pulled me apart, giving her more access.

I ran my hands through her hair as she sucked my clit into her mouth.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Lust filled me, and I gripped her hair tighter, bringing her mouth closer. “More, Ellie, I need more.”

She suckled harder and slid her hand between my legs into the wet folds.

With two fingers, she entered me, thrusting deep inside. I spread my legs wider, giving her better access. The pace picked up as she fucked me with her fingers. She inserted another, and my stomach clenched, trying to holdback my release. God, it was too soon.

She might have seemed shy, but she knew exactly what she was doing. Obscene noises filled the quiet of the room. She kept her fingers deep inside me while she built the pleasure with her mouth and tongue. She was relentless.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I shouted as a powerful orgasm hit me. My legs buckled, but Ellie kept me upright. I sagged over her and braced my hands on her back. She carried on sucking and fucking, wringing every drop of cum from me.

I could barely stand. My body quivered, but eventually she stopped. Juices and saliva dripped down my thighs, and when I looked at her face, she was drenched. By the smile on her face, she’d enjoyed it as much as I had.

She stood and lifted her face to mine, my scent all over it.

Not caring, I held it in my hands and kissed her. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and tasted my cum on her lips.

I broke away, the muscles in my legs shaking. “Fuck, you’re good at that, and here was me thinking I was going to be the one giving you pleasure.”