he can’t help but groan. he knows what he wants. you know what he wants. but if you must hear it, he will oblige. because no amount of embarrassment can overshadow his desperation.
“no. i want to eat your pussy. …you know that.”
its become routine. even more so than sex itself. “i’m starting to think you enjoy this more than me.” you laugh, voice light as you lay back and allow him to unzip your jeans.
he doesn’t deny it.
like always, he starts off slow. soft kisses to your thighs. finger gliding up and down your clothed slit. sweet nothings flowing from his mouth like a
“you’re beautiful, baby.” he can feel that wet spot forming. it’s like clockwork with you, and god does he love it.
he’s extra slow moving his finger up. the moment he brushes over your clit, you just ever so slightly. make the cutest sound. he’s already hard at this point. “still can’t believe you’re mine.” he mumbles.
he toys with the cute bow at the top of your panties for just a moment before sliding them down. in an effort to help, you sit up, but he’s quick to stop you.
“no. i’ve got it. please.” his tone gives the impression that he’s begging. truth be told, he basically is. his mouth is watering to get a taste. “i want to make you cum. all on my own. wanna earn it.”
and so you let him. it takes no time for him to lap at your pussy. his nose bumps right into your clit every time he takes another lick. the taste alone drives him wild. he’s practically humping the mattress without even realizing it.
both of you are too drunk on pleasure to care too much. your fingers find their home in his scalp, tugging hard to pull him closer. to have more. it earns you some squeals in response - the good kind.
greed fuels the both of you. the harder you pull his hair, the tighter you squeeze your thighs, the wetter your pussy becomes, the closer he gets to finishing in his pants.
it’s almost indescribable what he feels when you finally finish. it not only makes his dick throb, but his heart too. he’ll never grow tired of pleasing his girl.
but that doesn’t stop him.
he keeps slurping, keeps flicking his tongue against your clit. and that breath you take in when you realize he hasn’t stopped, that moment when you get a sudden rush of sensitivity? that’s the moment that does him in.
he can feel cum spurt out of his tip, the creaminess dripping right back down his boxers with nowhere to go. it feels gross and messy and so fucking good. he’s practically moaning into your pussy by the time you reel his head back.
there’s a small moment of panting between the both of you. analyzing the other, recovering from the intensity of it all, and taking in what just happened.
“…i-i think i came.”
you gulp, glancing down at his pants as if you could somehow see right through them.
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