She leaned forward just enough for it to feel like a dare, holding his head between her lips but not biting, letting it rest there like a secret waiting to be told.
Her fingers played with the shaft, tapping it lightly against her lips, holding his gaze, then let it slide deep in again, slow, smooth, confident.
"Mmmnnn—slrrp—gghkk—slrrrppp" He could feel it reach the back of her throat, her mouth barely able to take him fully. The 7-inches that stuck in her mouth stuttered. From the action of hitting a blockage.
"Gglk—glk—slrrrp—glkkk—!" Now she was moving fast—desperate, filthy strokes. Her face a mess. Her eyes glassy. Her pace frantic, like her mouth needed him to fill it.
She pulled back for air, gasping, spit hanging from her lips.
"Ahhh—hahh—fuck—I'm so wet…" But she was already going back down, with a moan like a growl this time.
"MmmmNNF—schlk—glk—MMMHH—GLK—!" Her moans turned frantic, each louder than the last. She was gagging, choking, and loving it, her voice echoing off the walls, raw and erotic and utterly undone.
"GLK—mmmhh—mmmnnn—glkk—YES—mmMHNN—"She took him deeper this time—gagged slightly, then moaned louder as her lips reached the base.
"Gglk—mmhh—glkkk—mmmffhh!" Her moans were muffled by his cock, throat flexing around him, spit pooling at the corners of her mouth as her head began to move faster.
"Schlk… slrp… glkk—mmmnhhh—mmmh—mmmnnff!" Each gag sparked another moan. Shameless. She was losing herself in it now—moaning not just for the act, but for the high it gave her.
"Mnnnff—mhhh… gglk—hahh—mmmhhYES…" Now she was getting louder. Bolder. Her moans started to stagger, laced with desperation, drool trailing from her chin.
"Mmm—mmmnh—ahhh—fuck—mmmNNN—!" Her body was trembling, her thighs clenching together with every thrust of her mouth, her own arousal leaking between her legs just from the sounds, her own sounds.
She pulled back for air, gasping, spit hanging from her lips. Her mouth was a mess.
Spit everywhere, eyes glassy, throat working him over like she was born for it.
Slrrrp—glk—mmmNNF—glkkk—" Moans poured from her like breath, muffled, breathless, deep in her chest. But in between those soaked, gagging strokes… she laughed.
It started as a stifled giggle, barely audible between moans.
"Mmmnh—hahaha—mmmfff—fuckkk…" He looked down at her, and god, she was smiling. Lips stretched around his cock, drool dripping from her chin, smiling like she was having the time of her life.
He groaned, deep and low, hands trembling, The sheer inertia caused him to yearn for release.
Her eyes flutter shut for a heartbeat, savoring the cool, sweet rush of flavor. As she drank every pulse, every twitch, moaning as the heat spilled down her throat. Her body trembled as she swallowed, mess dripping past her lips even as she sucked to the very end.
Then, slow again, she pulled off, lips smacking, tongue dragging along the base.
Slrrrp… slk.
A string of spit hung between them.
She looked up, lips red, face glowing. "I love watching you lose control."
His dick kissed her lips again, and his body shuttered from this action. She wiped the last trace of cream from her lip with her tongue, then turned her gaze toward him.
"Mmmah, Delicioso" she said, giving him a little wink. Her fingers, delicate and steady, traced the curve of his veins as to commit it to memory.
A tiny moan escaped her throat, more breath than sound, as if the sweetness struck a chord somewhere deeper than just taste.
But as he was catching his breath, the air changed around him, less playful now, more primal.
She slid across him with quiet authority, her fingers brushing along his sides as he crawled up closer to his face.
And then she lowered herselfgrinding her wet heat along his cock without letting him in. Just enough to make him buck, to make his hips fight against it.
She moaned, low and deliberate.
"Mmm… look at you. All that power. And you can't do shit about it."
She leaned down, her breasts brushing his chest, her lips at his throat.
But Aiden knew what she was doing. As he saw it within her eyes, as if she was in heat. The burning desire.
She started high and slow, knees planted beside his hips, spine upright, one hand tracing idle patterns down his chest while the other braced on his ribs. She lowered herself onto him with painful precision, As it dripped with excitement. Watching the tension ripple through his shoulders as she filled herself inch by inch.
His jaw clenched. His breath hitched. As he tried to control himself.
"AHH-FUUAAHCK" She moaned and rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles. Taking his
And with a deafening slurp, she was fully attached. Just as the sun and moon, she pushed and pulled. The sound of her moans reaching every corner of the room, and beyond.
She leaned forward, lips grazing his jaw before biting softly, nip!, and he gasped sharply, he bucked his hips in retaliation.
Wet skin slapped against skin, smack-smack-smack—as she rode him fast, relentless, pounding like a wild stallion breaking free.
"Fuck—yes—right there—ahhh!" she moaned, voice thick and breathy, fingers digging into his shoulders, leaving faint red marks.
"Ahh—ahhh—AHHH—!"
It built fast. Too fast.
Heat flooded her spine, coiled low in her belly. Her walls clenched him.and his entirety. The pressure reached its peak, and with one last pulse, tight, overwhelming, consuming.
She broke.
"AAAHHHH—FUCK—!" Her climax hit her like a storm. A full-body quake. Her thighs trembled violently, toes curling, her body convulsing against his as wave after wave tore through her. She held firm, as thoughts whispered low and dark against her ear.
Her wall slowly loosened its grip on him, but that was just a ploy, as she leaned forward, kissed his chest, and without a word, swung one leg over him, reversing her straddle in a smooth, practiced pivot that made his breath catch again.
Now her back was to him.
She planted both hands on his knees, riding harder now, bucking like a wild thing, like she was racing toward the edge of her own pleasure and dragging him behind her like a tethered flame.
Her thighs slapped hard against him — SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! — echoing through the room like thunder. Each drop was deliberate, fierce, a brutal punctuation in the rhythm she set. Wet skin met wet skin with a slick slap that soaked the air with raw desire.
His breath hitched, ragged and grunting, the sound of his desperation riding the tide of every pounding thrust. She grinned, biting her lip as she drove harder, faster, her wet heat sliding and gripping, dragging him deeper with every slick smack that filled the space between them.
"Fuck," she moaned, voice thick, broken, "You feel so damn good."