cupcakesandcum: “You know, I don’t fuck people...

3rd April 2011

“You know, I don’t fuck people like you,” she said as her hand gripped her breast, shading it from the dying daylight as it white-washed her skin.

He stopped what he was doing and looked up at her through the V of her thighs. “People like you?” he asked.

“Friends.”

“No? Then what are we doing?”

“We’re fucking. Well, we’re about to be fucking. Right now you’re doing a spectacular job of eating my pussy.”

He didn’t respond as he was doing just that. His tongue licking slowly up and down the length of her slit while two of his digits slid in and out of her fleshy interior tunnel. He heard her gasp. Heard the sharp intake as her breath rushed in past the pearl enamel of her teeth. He stopped abruptly.

“I was with you in second grade when you flew over your handle bars and knocked out both of your front teeth.”

“Good thing they were my baby teeth. Why are you stopping? Don’t stop.”

He smirked and circled his thumb around that precious nub that protruded just slightly from her swollen hood.

“I took you to Prom when Billy Snyder dumped you a week before.”

“He was such a bastard. He broke up with me because I wouldn’t let him cum on my feet. What a per-pervert.” Her breathing was getting heavy and hard. He flicked her clit with metronome precision. When he felt her toes start to curl on his back he stopped.

“I know everything about you. I can name all your favorite bands, even the ones you won’t admit to. I remember that summer you refused to wear anything but turtlenecks because they made you feel intellectual and you thought it’d help you score higher on your SATs.”

“Why are you talking when you could be making me cum?”

“You wouldn’t dare talk like that to the men you date.”

“Please don’t stop,” she begged. He let his thumb resume the lazy strumming.

“When you cum for me you see stars. Your body explodes like Vesuvius and you soak everything in a three foot radius. That doesn’t happen with other men.”

“If you don’t make me cum right now I’m going to permanently separate your cock from your balls. What is your fucking point?”

He laughed. He loved when she lost her temper. It was so easy. So entertaining. So simple. He leaned in, gathered her clit between his lips, and sucked quickly and forceful, opening his mouth to catch every drop of her sugar syrup as it gushed from the candy fountain between her thighs.

She screamed and moaned and her body trapped him in that spot of wet bliss. He blew his leftover breath onto her clit, eliciting even more squirming and screams. He smiled and wiggled free, glancing up and her mouth agape and her head thrown back in ecstasy.

“My point is this- maybe you should fuck people like me more often.”

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