A Valentine's Day He Will Never Forget - Sex Stories

A Valentine's Day He Will Never Forget

... five-course meal, baby," I plead with him.

And oh my god, he does just that. His nails digging into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks, he pulls me apart to suck on my labia, my clit, to plough all my hollow depths with his tongue. Sometimes, I can’t even tell if it’s his lips, his tongue or his teeth worshipping my lunchbox.

When he’s done chewing up all the clementine slices, gobbled up my soft taco shells and devoured all the coookies, he slides his hands up to my hip bone and lifts me up and forward. It takes me a few seconds to realise what he’s playing at - he wants access to everything, even my other, less featured, star-shaped tight hole.

“Oh boy, someone has a big appetite this morning,” I grin into the wall mirror, watching myself relax onto his face. I greedily smother him with my weight and ride his sloppy face from his chin to his forehead, using him like a thrill ride and water-coaster all in one.

Once I’m getting myself worked up and pretty close to cumming, his strong arms put a halt to my fun and games. He keeps me still and open yet again licking me into absolute bliss.

“Fuckk, fuck, fuuuuck.” I’m so not in charge here. I’m on top, yet he’s gripping me like iron shackles, keeping me still while his tongue force-fucks my every hole, teeth tear at every tiny rag of sensitive flesh I have, lips pleasure every nerve ending on edge. When he’s using his hands to rock my hips onto his tongue in a rhythm he dictates and sucks my soul out of my body, my ...

... mind melts like a lava flow swallowing the whole universe.

“Now get on my cock, you fucking psycho slut," he growls pushing me down with force I could never ever counter.

But I'm still the one on top. I will not let him get this so easily. I lean in and grab his face, my fingers wrapped around his jaw and my thumb pressing into his cheek. "Your cock is so fucking hard. You really need to cum baby, don’t you? I can feel the heavy throb inside me. So I make sure, I ride you nice and slow. Mmm, that’s it. No cumming for you yet!”

I grind my hips in every which way, enjoying all the maddening sensations of him filling me up. I sink onto him to feel that delicious depth, I pull out, for his round, defined mushroom head to rub against my G-spot as I slide back down.

“And now my favourite bit,” I smirk, the corner of my eyes twitching involuntarily. “Let’s suck him together...” Our lips clash in a desperate battle among vivid scenes of a world filled with past experiences and fantasy. And we swim and float and soar in that beautiful realm of anything possible.

“Babes,” I call out softly, and wait for him to open his eyes. When I have his attention, I simply state, “He’s going to cum in your mouth.”

Born in hell and proud of it. What can I say? Other than, “I’m in fucking love with the way you’re looking at me. Promise, you'll be a good boy and swallow. And I will let you cum inside me.”

I lift my body up until only his thick cock head remains inside me as I’m ...