A Word of Praise

Kiara was in less control than she wanted to appear. The truth was she didn't plan on fucking him when she woke up. She was still clinging to the idea of keeping her distance, but the man was so damn hot.

Her whole point while talking about enjoying life was for him to see how much he was missing by that constant focus on duty and stability. But then he came onto her like she was the last bite of his favorite candy, and he was desperate to taste it. And hell, she was a sucker for despair.

She was losing her mind over the way he kissed and bit her thighs, hard enough to make her feel it but not too much to mark her skin. That perfect... son of a bitch! Her eyes were closed to focus on the feeling when he suddenly latched onto her clit and licked it hard.

Her hands darted to his hair and she couldn't help but pull at it hard. That was the moment she decided to let go of all control. He was the one that had a problem with not being in charge, not her. Damn, she wouldn't just enjoy it, she'd dive into every delicious sensation he would give her today, to the last bit of her strength.

His tongue circled her clit, and her already soaked pussy answered the call with an involuntary clench. Fuck, she could feel it building up already. All the sexual tension they built ever since they met was getting her closer to a much-awaited orgasm. And then the fucker slid a finger into her slit and she couldn't - or wouldn't - hold back the moan that escaped her lips.

The man was apparently very fond of stimulation because his tongue picked up the pace along with his middle finger, which was deliciously caressing the walls of her pussy. Her orgasm hit her hard and she threw her head back in ecstasy. "Fuck!"

"In a minute, babe" he smirked from between her legs. She was barely out of her high, but somehow she found the strength to answer back "I thought you said no pet names"

"I thought you said no fucking, either" He shot back.

"Never said that" She replied, pulling him up by the hair to kiss him and taking off his shirt. But he only obliged for so long.

"I wasn't done eating you," and he went back down to lick her up again, taking longer this time and prolonging her pleasure in unbearable ways. When she couldn't wait anymore, she moaned his name in a desperate plea, and he took her bud between his teeth, forcing her to reach another orgasm.

Her legs were almost irresponsive, and her whole body was still feeling the aftershocks of the crushing orgasm, but she was done with foreplay. She used her remaining strength to push him down to the bed and climbed on top of him with a mischievous smile.

His exposed torso was not completely new to her, ever since that shirtless stunt he pulled on her, but it was a vision up close. She wanted to take her time to lick and bite each line that separated his muscles into a six-pack, but it would have to wait. He was too clothed, and it simply wouldn't do.

She hooked a finger into the elastic band of his sweatpants and underwear and dragged them down in one swift move, knowing what would come. When his cock was freed, it struck her expecting face right on the cheek and she smiled knowingly. "Fuck, Kiara." Perfect.

And damn, he was a work of art. She had to dart her hands around it to check if his girth wasn't just a product of her imagination. When her fingers failed to find each other around him, she was sure she'd have a blast.

Since it was already so close to her mouth, she gave him a lick from the base to the very tip, already expecting the guttural moan that came after. His hand fumbled to his side and she noticed he had reached out for a condom. She got even more turned on because she didn't have to ask.

Before he could put it one, she snatched it out of his hands and locked eyes with him, climbing a bit to have her head just above his chest. She slid her hand down to his cock and heard his heartbeat accelerate at the contact. In an expert more, she rolled down the condom and stroked him a couple of times.

She straddled him again, getting ready to sit on his cock hard and fast, but before she could he turned her around and pressed her against the bed. Fucking hot, that need to pin her down. Just showed her how little control he actually had. He aligned his cock to her dripping core but didn't slam home. The fucker was also a tease, that bastard.

"Fuck me already." She wanted to sound annoyed at his delay but could only produce a pleading voice that made him smirk even further. Then, finally, he pushed his cock into her in one long, agonizingly slow thrust, causing her to wrap her legs around his torso. Damn, he was large. She could feel her perfectly moisturized walls stretching to accommodate all of him, and her unaware grip on his hair loosening up a bit.

"So fucking tight." He grunted against her neck. He grabbed the back of her neck to steady her beneath him and pushed his elbow against the bed to take some weight off of her. And then he gave her what she wanted and moved, thrusting hard and filling her up to the brim.

Her heels pressed against his lower back, imposing a frantic rhythm he was not failing to deliver. She felt him pounding inside her like he wanted to reach her throat and damn, she lived for it. Her fingers were leaving marks on his back from the sheer pressure of pulling him closer, and she was using the little self-control she had not to dig her nails into his skin.

He was getting her to the edge and back, reading the signs of her body like he had invented the language she was written in. But that was torture, and she wanted to give it back to him. Just a little play, a small something to make him feel good. She locked him deep inside her with her legs and pushed him to look into her eyes.

At first, he was a bit confused by her sudden interruption, but then he began to feel it. She saw it in his eyes, how they rolled to the back of his skull as soon as she began to move from within. Her inner rings were working his cock from base to tip, clenching around him with precision.

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His moans were getting louder and she felt his weight increasing on top of her, caused by his inability to focus on anything else. But the thing about pompoir is that it works both ways. Due to his size, she couldn't even grip with full strength. He was holding her pussy wide open, and it felt so fucking good.

Her moans began to fill the room and he got possessed by some sort of sex god because once again he started to move against her, but with twice the energy. She couldn't keep her clenching pattern but didn't need to. The effect had been felt and they were both on the edge.

"Shit, cum for me, Kiara." That was it for her, and she felt her walls gripping him tight because of her orgasm. But the bastard didn't come with her, despite being clearly on the verge of it. She didn't know whether to give him an award or a slap. She worked him hard and well, the least he could do was cum. Almost as if he had heard her, his sexy voice came down to her ear.

"Don't play tricks with me, Kiara. There's too much I want to do with your body to be ending this early."

Fucking hell, the man was good. She could swear a new wave of pleasure coursed through her after his words, and she was dying to see him live up to them.

"Want me to stop?" She demanded, clenching her inner rings in quick succession to prove her point. She doubted he was serious about her quitting the tricks. He was clearly growing fond of them if the twitch of his cock inside her were any indication.

"Fuck." He grunted, and in a move she didn't see coming, turned them around so she was straddling him from the top. "Ride my dick."