Possessive Writer - Page 22

“Fuck, but first …”

She whimpers as I pull her tank top down, revealing her nipples, already pricked with her lust. She moans and nods, even as her cheeks flame red—nervousness at war with desire.

And desire fucking wins.

I take her nipple in my mouth and suck, my manhood pulsing and pumping now, roaring at me to take her, to grab her and bend her over and drive my seed into her soaked slit. But I don’t want to push her too fast, ever.

We’ve got the rest of our lives, after all.

I suck on her nipple, harder, listening to the singsong moans she makes, kept quiet because of the late hour. I massage her other breast, taking my sweet time, feeling the roundness, the eagerness of her nipple. I tweak it in time with my tongue strokes on her other one, unable to get enough of these big juicy globes.

They’re perfect for grabbing and toying with and they’re just so ample that I know they’ll be perfect for feeding our children, too.

Her breath catches and I pause, glancing at her, reading the shimmering pleasure in her eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” I growl. “Are you going to cream for me like this, Tess? Are you going to be a good fucking goddess and come from me playing with your perfect tits? And then there’s going to be so much more for me to taste when I get down there.”

“I—I think so,” she whimpers. “Jesus, yeah, I think I really might.”

I take her with fresh passion now, pushing her breasts together so that I can suck one nipple and then the other, groaning as her moans get more urgent, breathier, as though she’s struggling to suck in enough air.

I feel the orgasm building in her as I swirl my tongue around her hardened nipple, her body tensing up, getting ready to release—

And then she does, her breath catches again and she starts shivering and shaking as I bite softly onto her breast, using every ounce of willpower I have not to bite harder like the wild animal I am.

My cock almost explodes when I realize she’s grinding her hips against the mattress, and I reach down and throw the blankets aside, pressing my hand against her crotch. She’s wearing pajama shorts and they’re absolutely drenched, coating my hand in her slick desire.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she gasps, as I rub her needy pussy and suck her needier nipple at the same time. “Oh, oh …”

I lean back to stare at her once the orgasm passes, salivating like a true beast now.

“I need to taste it,” I snarl. “Stand up and bend over. Now!”

I rise to my feet and watch her, the lust taking me over, washing over me in a wave, taking hold of me as though my seed is rising up through my consciousness and dominating my actions.

She slides from the bed, biting her lip, her breasts swinging beautifully from side to side with her tank top propped beneath them. They glisten in the blue moonlight, wet from my mouth.

“Like this?” she murmurs, turning and propping her hands on the bed, sticking her ass out. “Am I doing it right?”

I make a growling noise as I drink in the sight of her, her thick thighs leading up to her shorts, the fabric being pulled up into her crotch.

I can make out a splotch of wetness as I stalk forward, grabbing her shorts and her panties in a frantic bunch and pulling them down to around her knees.

“You’re perfect,” I groan as I stare at her pussy, her pink hole framed between her ass cheeks, winking at me with its wetness.

Beads of wetness slide down her thighs and I can’t think, just act, just do it, now, now.

“Stick … your ass … out …”

“Like this?” she moans, arching her back, causing her hole to spread open and the sticky come to stretch across it for a moment, before popping in a bubble and causing more drenched droplets to slide down her fuck-me flesh.

“Y-yes,” I snarl. “Fuck, I need to taste it. I need to taste it so fucking badly. Beg me, Tess. Beg me to taste you.”

“Please,” she moans, moving her hips from side to side. “Taste me. Taste me, Tanner.”

I collapse to my knees and grab her hips, yanking her toward me and burying my face in her pussy. I draw in a deep inhale, smelling her scent, her womb sending signals through the smell, telling me to impregnate her, to fuck her now, to fuck her hard.

But for now, I just indulge in moving my tongue up and down her lips, stroking along one and then the other, and finally coming to her clit.

I slide my hands over her ass cheeks and suck on her pussy, feeling her creamy tangy come move over my tongue and then down my throat as I swallow it, swallow her, her essence.

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