Fucking hell.

Her mouth is heaven. That’s the only thought I have.

I gather her hair in my hand, pulling just enough so I can get enough space to watch my dick disappear inch by agonizing inch. My hold is tight and I know I should be gentle, but I don’t have that in me right now. My cock is disappearing into Rory’s mouth, her tongue is sliding down my shaft and then she wraps it around somehow while she’s sucking, her hand comes out and holds my balls, moving them softly. That’s when my eyes roll back in my fucking head, I growl out one word.

“Harder.”

She doesn’t delay, she sucks harder, she goes down harder, everything harder—except her mouth somehow gets softer. Softer and wetter and her lips become a fucking vacuum seal around my cock. She moves in a heated rhythm, which seems to go in time with my heartbeat, again… fast and hard. Downward glide, upward glide, it’s all pleasure and I alternate from closing my eyes as the pleasure rolls through me and opening my eyes—not wanting to miss a moment of watching her swallow me down.

Rory alone is gorgeous. Rory with her mouth full of me is fucking unbelievable. I didn’t think it was possible to get better than that, but she proves me wrong mere seconds later. She slides up, her mouth releasing my cock with a wet popping noise that echoes in my ears. She shifts her body so she’s facing me, those fucking lush lips still hovering near my head.

Rory is gorgeous. Rory with her mouth full of my cock is fucking unbelievable. I was right. Definitely. But, Rory, after she just releases my cock, those emerald green eyes darkened with hunger and desire, her hair cascading around her face and ruffled from my hands getting lost in it, her lips swollen, her mouth barely an inch from my hard cock, and tiny strands of my pre-cum dripping off of those glossy lips? Off the charts better.

Men would gladly go down in the ground if dying meant they’d get this to be the last vision they took with them into the next world. It’s that fucking good. Indescribable. Then she smiles and it’s even better—way better.

“You taste good, Noah,” she whispers, her voice dripping with need. That’s the voice Rory should always have… One full of hunger and smoky with desire.

“Glad you think so, Gorgeous,” I respond and my voice is gruff because Rory is waking things up in me that I thought were dead. Fuck, that’s not it. She’s pulling things out of me that I didn’t know were there.

My hand goes to the side of her neck, my thumb reaching out and sliding back and forth against her cheek. I do this wondering what in the fuck I’m going to do with her. All thoughts cease, however, when that sexy little tongue of hers comes out and the tip laps against the head of my cock like a cat discovering cream. I watch as she gathers my pre-cum on her tongue, taking it into that sweet heaven—also called her mouth—and drinking it down.

Fuck me.

My balls go tight and my body ignores the tight control I have on it and thrusts up ever so slight toward her. She doesn’t miss this, I know by the way those lips spread into another smile, right before she moves again. She slides off the bed, and I move so my legs are hanging over the edge and I’m facing her. She wastes no time, moving that seriously curvy body up close, my knees pressed into each side of her. Then, she holds my gaze as she flattens her tongue, starts at the bottom of my cock, and licks me slow and firm. She does it while her eyes show me how much she’s enjoying it.

I reach out, my finger gliding over her nipple. It’s tight and hard with desire, swollen to the size of a fucking dime and the color is a dusky brown hue that deepens in the center and then slowly fades so that the nipple itself is more a dusty rose in color. I don’t think I’ve seen that before, or to be honest, I don’t think I’ve cared enough to notice. It matters with Rory, because it’s just another piece of her. A piece I find as beautiful as the light freckles that dot across those tits and then down her stomach. I didn’t know you could get freckles there. They’re pale, almost too pale to see, but they’re there and they are sweet. I make up my mind that I’m going to kiss them. Every. Fucking. One.

I pinch her nipple, pulling on it, my gaze losing sight of her for a minute and getting lost in the way her nipple reacts to my fingers. It contracts as I let it go, and feels harder as I latch on again and pull it towards me—not far, but enough that it drags a loud whimper from her. My gaze shifts to take in her face. Her eyes are closed, her lashes fanning against the ivory skin under her eyes and her mouth opens with a sweet moan rolling out on the heels of her whimper.

“Come here,” I order, my order more like a barking demand. I can’t wait any longer.

Her eyes snap open. “I… I wasn’t done, Noah,” she says quietly, her face soft and somehow her eyes are brighter.

“Give you that later,” I concede. “Now you’re going to climb up on my lap and take me inside that pussy, Gorgeous.”

Her lips move to form the perfect “O”. Then she gets up off her knees and she stares down at my lap, as if she’s trying to figure out exactly what to do. I reach up, tagging the little lace panties she somehow still has on. They’re cute, definitely inviting a man while teasing him at the same time. They are also in my way and I take both hands and rip the thin straps on each side of her hips, simultaneously. I hear her gasp and I find myself smiling. Then, I bring the panties to my nose inhaling the feminine musk that is Rory along with the damp evidence of her desire. Jesus she even smells delicious. I have to have a taste of her.

“Oh my God,” she mutters as I inhale. I pull them away, letting them fall to the floor and when I look up at her surprised face, I find myself smiling again. This time I do it while grabbing hold of her hips and guiding her so that she’s spread over me, one leg on each of my thighs. I apply enough pressure so that she has to remain kneeling, not letting her sit. My fingers bite into the sweet flesh of her ass and my thumbs press against her leg, just mere centimeters from her pussy.

She’s bare. I had asked her if she shaved, but she doesn’t shave. She’s bare in a way that I know Rory waxes. The lips of her pussy are glistening, wet with desire. She got this wet just from sucking me and what little I played with her tits. I’m willing to bet that cunt of hers is dripping for me.

This time I hold her gaze, her eyes dilate as I flatten out my tongue and I never lose those beautiful eyes of hers as I lick her sweet juice from her lips.

“Oh shit,” she hisses, her body quaking above me.

That would make me smile yet again, but with the taste of her pussy on my tongue, that’s not possible. It’s too good. Too fucking good. I go back for seconds, but this time, my tongue pushing through the lips of her pussy to expose the hidden treasure inside and this time it’s not just a taste of her I get, it’s everything. I was right, she was dripping for me, she’s also so aroused the walls of her pussy are contracting, throbbing in time to her pulse.

I guide her closer, and I don’t do this gentle. I want her sitting on my face, riding the fuck out of me. She stumbles, I can’t see, because my eyes are full of Rory’s delicious pussy, but I can tell by the way my body takes her weight. She jerks, trying to move, but I tighten my hold on her, pulling her down where I want her. At the same time, I lie back, taking her with me. She cries out, and I hear her hands slap against the soft mattress. I adjust her so her knees are bent into the bed, which means she’s now straddling my face and that means she’s exactly where I want her.

I reach up to pull the lips of her cunt apart. The wet, dark red flesh of her pussy greets me and I waste no time flattening my tongue out and tasting every inch… except her clit. Her body shudders over me. Her legs tremble as she slides them closer to my face. She tries to lower herself, needing more than what I’m giving her. I reach up, my hand enjoying the feel of her muscled thigh. I move it slowly up, all while I’m still lightly licking her pussy, tasting her, teasing her, but definitely not devouring her like we both want.

Again, Rory tries to drop down but by this time my hand has slid around her ass. I squeeze the round globe of her cheek, just as my tongue slides inside her entrance and dances just along the rim of that sweet hole.

“Noah,” she moans out loudly.

I haven’t used this name is so fucking long. I thought I hated it, but when Rory calls it out while my mouth is full of her taste… It feels right. Again, she drops down, needing more than I’m willing to give and I lift my hand off of her ass and then bring it back down… hard.

“Fuck,” she hisses. Her body going rock solid still. She’s surprised, but her juices could almost drown me. That one small spanking made her that wet. For good measure, I do it again. “Noah,” she hisses.

I shift just a little, I don’t have much room and my main view is this sweet cunt of Rory’s. But I can look up and to the side and I can’t see a lot but I see the upper part of her body has dropped against the mattress and she’s raking those hard nipples I loved so much against the sheets—teasing them. Something about her doing that is so fucking erotic that I can’t hold back anymore.

My mouth goes back to her pussy and I waste no time finding that swollen little button that I know is the key to making her come all over my face. I lick around it, as my fingers slide from her warm, fresh spanked ass cheek, into the small rosette opening of her ass.

“Oh God, Noah,” she moans, her entire body quaking, her upper half grinding those tits of hers against the mattress. As two of my fingers push into that hole, stretching her ass—not much, but enough that I know I’m adding to her pleasure, I suck that clit into my mouth, pushing it into the roof of my mouth.

“Oh God…Oh God… Oh God…” she whimpers over and over. I could almost smile again. Seems little, but I don’t smile these days—not at all. Rory giving that to me, means almost as much as her giving me her body. Although, sometime soon, I need to train her to say my name instead.

I take my free hand and pull two fingers through the juices in her pussy, covering them in it—even though I hate to take my mouth away from her, even for a second. Then, I thrust them into her cunt, while I torture her clit. This time she doesn’t have to drop down to try and ride my face. This time, I fucking pull her down, my fingers slipping a little deeper into her ass, while my face is smothered by Rory’s sweet pussy. I growl against her clit, biting it and she spasms.

“I’m coming!” she cries, her hips rocking as she grinds against me. I fuck her, both with my fingers in her ass and in her pussy. I move to eat out that pussy, adding my tongue, my nose my entire fucking face to tease and eat… not letting up until I’m drenched in her, until she’s crying, begging for mercy and her body is trembling from her release.

Even then, I can’t let go of her—not completely. I keep my fingers pushed against her ass—mostly because I like them there—and I lick her quivering cunt, but I do it slowly, helping her to ride out the tidal wave that took her over the edge.

She lets out a trembling breath and slowly pulls her body up. I help her to slide down until she’s sitting on my stomach. I can still feel her heated pussy quaking against my stomach and that does make me smile.

“Holy hell,” she whispers, looking at me, her face flushed—some with embarrassment, mostly with desire and the after effects of a very hard and thorough climax.

“You taste like fucking honey, Gorgeous,” I tell her and she blinks, but she does it as her lips slowly move into a deep grin.

“I thought you wanted me to ride you, not your face,” she giggles.

“That comes next,” I tell her. And her eyebrows raise up as surprise comes over her face.

“It does?” she asks, and it’s not my imagination that her words sound like a contented purr. She’s got a greedy little cunt. She came hard as hell just minutes ago and already looking for a rematch.

Good to know.

“Reach over in the bedside drawer, and get me a glove,” I tell her, my hands starting to move up her stomach, to hold her breasts.

She bends, her breasts trying to leave me too. I hold tighter, not letting them—but she doesn’t complain. She rifles through the drawer and pulls out a condom. I don’t have many of those. Really didn’t think I would need them. Now that Rory and I have broken the seal—so to speak—I definitely have to get more.

“Noah, that’s not a glove, it’s a condom,” she smirks.

“It’s going to fit like a glove and that’s the best I can get because I want to feel every fucking inch of that pussy you have, Gorgeous.”

“Oh…Wow…” she whispers and the excitement on her face makes me smile… A-fucking-again.

“Put it on me and advice, Rory.”

“Advice?” she asks.

“You get bonus points for being inventive,” I tell her.

I watch as Rory studies my face.

“Will I enjoy cashing in these bonus points?”

“Definitely, Gorgeous,” I promise.

That’s when I watch Rory’s lips spread into a slow, wicked smile. She uses her teeth to rip open the condom and then my girl… gets inventive.