SMUT 1

I flinch for a moment, but not for too long. "How about we change the rules, baby?" I whisper, the desires taking a toll on me.


"Whatever you want, baby."

I descend with deliberate slowness, each movement calculated to heighten the anticipation that crackles between us. My hips move sinuously, tracing a tantalizing path downward until I'm positioned just above him, my mouth hovering tantalizingly close to the throbbing tip of his arousal. Oh, how I ache to feel its hardness against my tongue and to taste the essence of his desire as it spills forth.

With a soft moan of anticipation, I finally make contact, my tongue tracing a slow, languid path along the length of his shaft. I savor the taste of him and the way he responds to my touch with a low, guttural groan of pleasure. But before I can fully lose myself in the moment, his voice breaks through the haze of desire, raw with impatience and need.


"Fuck, Ellie," he growls, his words a desperate plea for release. "Stop teasing me and ride the damn thing!" His impatience is palpable, his body tense with anticipation as he strains against the confines of the bed, his urgency matching my own.

Oh, my! He is itching with lust for me.


"Calm down, tiger! Easy; I am heading there. I intend to please you the way no one has ever done." I strain to speak, peeking into his eyes from down here. It feels hot and beautiful down here as I begin to milk his hard balls.

"Fuck it, Ellie." His voice is thick with desire, his command ringing out with unmistakable urgency. "I want to feel my cock twitching and thrusting into your sweet little mouth. NOW!"

His words hang heavy in the air, a demand that brooks no argument. And like a sweet submissive yielding to her dominant's desires, I acquiesce without hesitation. After all, I had promised to be anything he wanted, and now was the time to prove it.

With hungry eagerness, I envelop his throbbing length with my wet, parted lips, swallowing him whole in one smooth motion. The sensation of him filling my mouth sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine, and I strain to catch a glimpse of his reaction, eager to gauge his pleasure.

But before I can even begin to assess his response, my ears are met with the unmistakable sounds of his satisfaction—a low, guttural moan that reverberates through the room. It's a symphony of desire, a testament to the primal connection between us, as I eagerly fulfill his every wish.

"Ooh, yes, baby. Like that. I love it there. You are fucking sweet, baby. Now ride it with your mouth. Fuck me, baby."


"You like this, don't you, baby?" He strives to force the soft, cold words through his heavy panting. "You like both my fingers and my cock inside you?"

His question, though whispered amidst the heavy panting and desperate need, hangs in the air, a declaration of desire that sends a shiver down my spine. I wish he knew how mind-boggling this all feels. I can only respond with a fervent nod and a satisfied hail through a confined moan.

We are consumed by the raw intensity of our connection, lost in a world where pleasure reigns supreme and nothing else matters but the mutual pursuit of ecstasy. And as we both teeter on the edge of release, coupled moans fill the room, our efforts to please each other taking a higher notch.

'Tell me you like this, Ellie!"

Ooh, dear! Like? No, I fucking love them! That''s why I am about to come. I don't know if he possesses the magic to understand my body, because he goes faster. He fucks me faster and harder, just the way I want, and I pull his cock out to concentrate on his fingering as he draws me to the edge. I am a moaning mess as I bury my head in his deep V-line while one hand clenches to his cock on my chest.

"Tell me, Ellie! Do you like it?"

"Ooh... Ooh... Y... Yes... Yes, Damian. I'm... Ooh, I'm cuming, hun."

Darn! I always find sweet names for him at times like this.

"Then do, baby! Come for my fingers. I want to feel your juice wash over them!"

"Ooooh... Ooooh!" I discharge, albeit with so much pain in my belly, but the pleasure is just heaven.

I feel him spoon my juice with his fingers after pulling it out. Again, I don't know what he is up to. He plops his back on the bed and pulls me atop him, making me sit on his cock. He brings the hand that was working on my pussy between our faces, the fingers dripping wet with my cum. My, now I am blushing!

"I didn't scoop much, but this will do."

Huh?

I furrow my eyes as he starts licking the fingers one by one, swallowing my cum with pleasure while gawking at me. His moans as he licks them, though! He is just, sweetly crazy!

"You taste so sweet, baby," he says after he is done drying my cum from his fingers, pulling me for a kiss. Like, he swallowed my cum?

"Um, sorry, I didn't make you come," I whisper after we pull away, stroking his gorgeous features.

How can I not feel at the top of the world if I'm having this gorgeous god sprawled beneath me like this?

"It's not that you didn't make me, baby. I just didn't want to cum in your mouth, baby," he affirms.

Huh! So, he quashed the urge? I am hurt now. I wanted to taste his juice too."You are mean!" I mumble, sounding hurt, but just feigning.

"I am sorry, my baby. I wanted to cum in your V-G."

Mmh!

"I will forgive you for today. But next time you better not suppress it," I warn, and he smirks.

Today, I finally found the opportunity to dip my fingers in the deep dimples on his cheeks while doing this, and that broadened his grin. "You like them?"