But then my man – my man – is on me.
He grabs my pants and pulls them down, causing me to squeal and fall forward, propping my hands on the bed with my ass sticking out, aimed at his face.
“Oh, fuck,” he snarls, smoothing his hands over my cheeks. Goosebumps prickle me. “Stick your ass out. I need to see how pink and wet your pussy is when I peel these panties off.”
Pleasure jabs at me as I do as he says, sticking my ass right out, feeling the tickling sensation of my panties rustling against me as he pulls them down around my ankles.
He leans back, gazing at my sex, his whole body tremoring from what I can see by looking over my shoulder.
“Fuck. Ing. Hell. Your pussy is fucking soaked, Anna. It’s your womb telling you how badly you need this. And do you know how I said we should follow our instincts? Well, my instincts are telling me to eat this pink pussy until my mouth is filled with your thick cream. And I’m not about to ignore that urge.”
I let out a squeal of pleasure as he pushes his face forward, his tongue lapping over my lips, skirting near my hole as his nose settles between my ass cheeks.
There’s something dirty and beautiful and sexy about his nose being there, about him feeling comfortable enough to be that intimate with me.
But of course he does.
Because we’re freaking made for each other.
He smooths his tongue up one side of my sex and then down the other, skirting close to my clit. I close my eyes and see red, like there’s an exploding sun imprinted on the insides of my eyelids.
I hear a woman moaning and think for a second, Jesus, she sounds confident, she sounds sexy. And then I collapse back into my body and realize that I’m the one moaning.
I’m the one who sounds sexy, which is something I’ve never been before.
And yet it feels so natural with Artem.
He grabs my ass cheeks as his tongue gets quicker, digging in his powerful fingers into my ample flesh. I feel another flare of self-consciousness, a bitter hate-filled voice telling me that I’m too curvy, I’m nowhere near a supermodel.
But then I stamp it down and throw myself into the moment instead, pushing my sex toward his face.
Toward his tongue.
His tongue is made of fire.
It spits hot embers at me and then, and then – oh fuck – and then he moves to my clit, attacking it like he’s trying to lick it off my pussy, licking it so fast that I can’t even feel any individual movement anymore. It’s like he’s taken a radiator and pressed it up against my pussy.
Flames dance over and around me and I start moaning louder, more urgently, grinding myself against him over and over again.
I twitch my hips, unable to stop myself, unable to let my thoughts still long enough for me to feel any shame.
All I feel is desire.
All I feel is need.
For him.
My man.
“Ah,” I whimper.
“Cream in my mouth,” he snarls, voice muffled with our closeness. “Cream. Now. Cream.”
I have to bite down before I let out a scream that would tear the entire freaking estate down. I grip the silk sheets and starting twerking on his face, involuntarily as the reverberations of the ecstasy surge through me, contorting my body, making me dance with lust.
I grind my ass cheeks against his face as my pussy feels like it’s opening up, as waves of gushing release squirt all over his face, and then I hear him swallowing, gulping, big noises that tell me he’s drinking every drop I have to give.
“I need to see how shiny your ass gets with your own come,” he says.
“Follow—your—instincts,” I moan through the pulsations of the orgasm.
“My virgin fucking queen,” he growls.
I turn my gaze just in time to see him suck in a giant mouthful of my squirting release and paint it onto my ass cheeks. He smooths the warm liquid across my skin, gazing at it like a master sculptor working on his magnum opus, his eyes wide in fascinated desire.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “Jesus. I want to be a gentleman. I want to lie you on your back and treat you like the queen you are. But seeing your ass like that, I need to fucking pound you. I need to stare at that ass as I pound into that tight virgin pussy.”
“Do it,” I cry as the last of the orgasm vibrates out of me. “Oh, God. Do it.”
He stands up to his full height, looking like a predator rearing onto his hind legs, and then tears down his pants with one savage movement of his hand.
My mouth falls open as my eyes drink in the size of him.
Eleven inches of rock hard flesh bobs up and down. A dollop of precome glistens on the end of his cock, and his balls look big, heavy, like they’re swimming with his seed and he’s just barely holding himself back.