still from the torso down and let me have my way with him. From the torso up was a different story.
He inserted one finger into my pussy. That finger made a hook and hung out there while he licked at the soft patch of skin between my anus and vagina. I’d never known that that area had any pleasure nerves. Owl obviously did because he took his time playing there. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as he stroked with his finger and tongue.
I refused to be the only one slowly going out of their mind. I took his whole cock in my mouth, relaxing my throat muscles to accommodate his length and girth. It was a mistake. It appeared to be exactly what he was waiting for me to do.
As soon as I reached the base of his cock, Owl inserted another finger into my pussy. With two fingers he pressed down and into the front of my vaginal wall, hitting what I now knew was my G-spot. I whimpered and gurgled on his dick. He chuckled as his mouth moved over my clit.
He’d made this a competition; the oral sex Olympics. I was clearly about to take the silver medal while he’d be on the top podium with gold.
With one arm, he clamped my torso to his face. With the other hand, the one that was two fingers deep into my pussy, he began to stroke. Fast. Hard. Hard and fast. I released his dick on a deep moan, unable to focus with this new intensity in my pussy.
As soon as my mouth was free of him, Owl’s mouth clamped down around my clit. His tongue swat and slurped at me from every direction. So fast it made my head spin. His fingers continued to work, never ceasing their hard and fast motion on my G-spot.
“Come for me, Kira.”
I came. Fast and hard. The pleasure radiating out of me in every direction. My hips jerked, but Owl held me clamped down to him. He didn’t stop his tongue swiping or his finger jerking during or after my orgasm.
In fact, there was no after the orgasm. It kept going and going.
Somewhere outside an animal cried out for help. Its groans alternated between high-pitched pleas and deep grunts of indulgence. But I knew that was no animal. I knew it was me. I couldn’t spare the care or attention to be ashamed at the sounds I made, or worried if others might hear me. I was too far-gone.
Owl didn’t stop the motions of his tongue or his fingers until my body collapsed down onto his in exhaustion. And even then, he didn’t let me go. He licked at me, slowly and carefully, like someone would lick up the crumbs of a superb dessert.
He made sure to avoid my clit as he slopped up the drippings of the orgasm that lasted longer than I knew was possible. I held still while he did, unable to stop him even if I wanted to. My head rested against something hard and warm and throbbing. It was his dick. I sighed as I looked at it. I was too limp to do anything about its firmness.
Chapter Nine
Sometime later, Owl rolled me over and pulled me onto his chest. I lay on him; me naked and drenched in sweat and my own cum, him fully clothed, calm, cool, and collected. He’d even put his barely touched, still hard dick back into his pants.
He pet me on my head, running his fingers through my hair. “Good girl.”
I closed my eyes against the sensations rumbling through me at the sound of those two words. “I told you, don’t call me your girl. It messes with my head, especially after an orgasm like that. Unless you want me running around calling you my boyfriend.”
I hoped that sounded light-hearted and not as real as I wished it to be. We were just fucking. That was all. That was enough. This wasn’t a relationship. I didn’t need a boyfriend and all that status entailed; all the anxieties about where he was and who he was with.
Owl’s phone sat on my dresser next to the vibrator he’d given me. I looked away from the phone though my fingers itched to crack his code and hack into his social profiles. I turned my face into his chest, into that space that seemed to cradle the shape of my head perfectly. Owl was
He inserted one finger into my pussy. That finger made a hook and hung out there while he licked at the soft patch of skin between my anus and vagina. I’d never known that that area had any pleasure nerves. Owl obviously did because he took his time playing there. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as he stroked with his finger and tongue.
I refused to be the only one slowly going out of their mind. I took his whole cock in my mouth, relaxing my throat muscles to accommodate his length and girth. It was a mistake. It appeared to be exactly what he was waiting for me to do.
As soon as I reached the base of his cock, Owl inserted another finger into my pussy. With two fingers he pressed down and into the front of my vaginal wall, hitting what I now knew was my G-spot. I whimpered and gurgled on his dick. He chuckled as his mouth moved over my clit.
He’d made this a competition; the oral sex Olympics. I was clearly about to take the silver medal while he’d be on the top podium with gold.
With one arm, he clamped my torso to his face. With the other hand, the one that was two fingers deep into my pussy, he began to stroke. Fast. Hard. Hard and fast. I released his dick on a deep moan, unable to focus with this new intensity in my pussy.
As soon as my mouth was free of him, Owl’s mouth clamped down around my clit. His tongue swat and slurped at me from every direction. So fast it made my head spin. His fingers continued to work, never ceasing their hard and fast motion on my G-spot.
“Come for me, Kira.”
I came. Fast and hard. The pleasure radiating out of me in every direction. My hips jerked, but Owl held me clamped down to him. He didn’t stop his tongue swiping or his finger jerking during or after my orgasm.
In fact, there was no after the orgasm. It kept going and going.
Somewhere outside an animal cried out for help. Its groans alternated between high-pitched pleas and deep grunts of indulgence. But I knew that was no animal. I knew it was me. I couldn’t spare the care or attention to be ashamed at the sounds I made, or worried if others might hear me. I was too far-gone.
Owl didn’t stop the motions of his tongue or his fingers until my body collapsed down onto his in exhaustion. And even then, he didn’t let me go. He licked at me, slowly and carefully, like someone would lick up the crumbs of a superb dessert.
He made sure to avoid my clit as he slopped up the drippings of the orgasm that lasted longer than I knew was possible. I held still while he did, unable to stop him even if I wanted to. My head rested against something hard and warm and throbbing. It was his dick. I sighed as I looked at it. I was too limp to do anything about its firmness.
Chapter Nine
Sometime later, Owl rolled me over and pulled me onto his chest. I lay on him; me naked and drenched in sweat and my own cum, him fully clothed, calm, cool, and collected. He’d even put his barely touched, still hard dick back into his pants.
He pet me on my head, running his fingers through my hair. “Good girl.”
I closed my eyes against the sensations rumbling through me at the sound of those two words. “I told you, don’t call me your girl. It messes with my head, especially after an orgasm like that. Unless you want me running around calling you my boyfriend.”
I hoped that sounded light-hearted and not as real as I wished it to be. We were just fucking. That was all. That was enough. This wasn’t a relationship. I didn’t need a boyfriend and all that status entailed; all the anxieties about where he was and who he was with.
Owl’s phone sat on my dresser next to the vibrator he’d given me. I looked away from the phone though my fingers itched to crack his code and hack into his social profiles. I turned my face into his chest, into that space that seemed to cradle the shape of my head perfectly. Owl was
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