The door flew open and crashed into the wall. Lena and Evan stumbled into the room, their mouths stuck together. She had a handful of his hair, devouring his tongue with every second. The kisses got more passionate, more hungry, more aggressive.
He let out a moan, and it turned her on. Her body was on fire; the wetness was pooling between her legs.
She pulled his head back. "I need you to touch me, Evan."
His hand grabbed her breast and squeezed. She couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. He pumped her breast roughly; her nipples were hard and erect.
"Fuck. You have the most perfect pair of tits."
They fell back onto the couch. They stopped kissing long enough for her to release her breasts from the dress that she was wearing.
Evan took the light brown nub into his hot mouth and swirled his tongue around it. He sucked on it and flicked it.
"Bite," she told him.
"Yes. I am here to do your bidding, Mistress." Evan nibbled on it, and his other hand massaged her other breast. He played with her other nipple, pinching and pulling it. Her breathing started to get heavy. Keeping her nipple in his mouth, he let go of her breast and slid his hand down between her legs.
"Fuck, you are hot and wet. How long has it been since you were touched?"
"I don't know when I met you at the club. Before that, I haven't the slightest."
"Oh, Mistress, that will never do." He pushed the small strip of fabric to the side and ran his finger lightly up and down her slit. It drove her mad. He was teasing her, and it felt amazing.
"You have beautiful lips." His finger grazed her swollen bundle of nerves. It was throbbing with lust and need.
"Be a good boy and put that finger to use."
His eyes grew dark with desire. He continued to stroke her. He didn't want to do as he was told because he needed to be punished.
"Are you not listening to me! Put that finger to good use, you little brat." She put her hand around his throat. "NOW!" she demanded.
His cock hardened at her touch and the tone of her request. "Yes, Mistress." He slipped his thick middle finger into cunt, and she twitched with delight. His finger was long and reached deep within her. He slid it back right to her entrance and curled it upward towards her belly. His finger found what it was looking for. He rubbed the spot, and her wetness increased, seeping out while he stroked her G-spot.
Men usually couldn't find the G-spot even if they had a map, and here he was, not thirty seconds into her pussy, and he had successfully found it and was driving her absolutely mad.
Evan put her nipple in his mouth and gnashed down.
"Holy fuck, oh God, Evan, yes." He bit harder until she tapped his twice. He eased up. Looking up into her eyes, he released. "I'm sorry, Mistress. Did you enjoy it at all? Am I being a good boy? "
He continued to pet her G-spot. "I am enjoying it, and you could be a better boy. It would be best if you had listened to your Mistress when she first told you what to do. Now listen, I want you to fuck me with your fingers. Like you did at the club. Let's see how many it takes for you to please me properly. If you do an excellent job, I might stroke your cock."
"Yes, Mistress. Anything to please you."
He pulled his finger out of her sloppy, wet hole. Lewd, sticky noises filled the room. He slipped two inside of her, and they easily moved back and forth with the flood of wetness that lubed her walls. He leaned forward and kissed her hard. She bit his bottom lip, and he moaned. He started going faster.
"Permission to put another one in, please."
"Yes," she said in a heavy breath.
His fingers reached deep inside her. She started to thrust her hips to meet his hand.
"Good, feels so good." It felt like she was fucking a decent-sized cock.
"Am I doing a good job?"
"Fuck yes. You're such a good boy. Now I want it harder and faster."
The sound of slapping against her was echoing through the room. It sounded like sin.
"When was the last time someone made you come?"
"From a human?"
Last night, if you count her vibrator. As far as a human, she didn't want to think about how starved her pussy was for the feel of a tongue, a warm, hard throbbing cock expanding her walls, filling her up. Vibrators and fingers were great in a pinch, but she needed the real thing.
"Oh, my Queen, that will never do. I want to drink from your pussy, Lena. I want to make you come all over my tongue, in my mouth. Can I please? Let me pleasure you like you should be like the Queen you are."
Lena loved edging, and this was the perfect opportunity. It will only make the orgasm harder and longer.
"Do it," she ordered him.
He removed his fingers and stuck them into his mouth. "As sweet as I remember. I could live on nothing but your sweet taste."
He slithered off the couch and kneeled in front of her, sitting on his heels. It was as if he was kneeling before her and worshiping her. Which he was. The pain in his cock was excruciating.
He spread her legs slowly, like opening a gift. Savoring the experience of unwrapping it before he could see what's inside.
He grabbed her ass and pulled her treasure towards his mouth. He hooked his finger around the band and slowly and gently pulled her sopping wet panties down her long tan legs. She still had her heels on. It was fucking hot. He wanted her to use those heels to play with his balls. "Fucking beautiful, My Queen. Your scent is intoxicating and is making my mouth water."
"Thank you, my little prince."
"May I keep these?" He held her balled-up thing in her hand. He inhaled deeply. "Please."
"You may." He shoved them in his pocket. "Now get to work and finish what you have started."
He ran his hands back up her thighs, took his thumbs, and spread her lips till he saw her glorious entrance. He licked his lips, and then she felt his hot mouth on her, his tongue exploring the outside. His tip tracing the grooves and dips and her most tender spots.
She twisted her hands into his hair. It was a sexy, tangled mess. He licked her clit, then pulled away and blew on it.
Goosebumps erupted on her legs. That was a first. Why hasn't anyone ever done that before?
He ran his hands up her calves and felt the small bumps on her usually smooth skin. He knew he had pleased her. "Open your legs wider, my queen."
She spread her thighs so he could bury his face deeper. He licked, suckled, and slurped; the sound was hot and nasty.
"I love your mouth, my little prince. You could eat me out every day, any day, no matter the time, more importantly, the place, any place, and it still wouldn't be enough." She put pressure on his head, pushing forward. "Fuck me with your tongue. You wanted me to come on your tongue, in your mouth."
He stuck his long, soft tongue into her flavorful hole. She started moving her hips, thrusting her hips upward to mouth. She felt his face slide around, wet with her arousal. Grabbing his hair, she forced his face into her smothering him with her pussy.
"Can you breathe?"
He tried to shake his head.
"Good. Do you want to remove your face and breathe?" He mumbled something, sending the vibration through her core. He loved every second she was taking her breath away. He tapped her leg three times, telling her he wanted to keep going. His tongue wiggled and plunged. Her pussy started to twitch and constrict around his tongue. Finally, she released him. He pulled away, taking a deep breath.
"Thank you, my Queen. I don't deserve to breathe in your presence. Now, please come in my mouth. Let me drink you in."
"God, Evan, yes. I am almost