Axel finding you reading in a comfy chair by the window, kneeling at your feet and slowly pulling your pants down to your ankles, giving you amazing head where anyone walking by could see...
“What’re you doing, little momma?”
The sound of rain plinkling against the glass of the window that you were perched by, eyes finally leaving your book to look up at him. You smile and shift your legs to offer him a seat next to you, “just reading my book; it’s starting to get exciting, I think you’d like it.”
“What’s it about?”
You look back down at the book in intrigue fixated on the small text bound in the hardcover, “it’s about three girls who try to like, bust trafficking rings with the FBI, and-“
You’re stopped in your tracks, words caught in your throat and fingers gripping the book sharply in your fingers. You look down at your sexy, freshly showered boyfriend as he lowers himself between your thighs, emerald eyes peering up at you through thick lashes. Your teeth sink into your lower lip as you watch him, and he places a soft kiss to the smooth cleft of your knee. “And?” He whispers, his breath hot as it spans over your skin, making you whine. “Tell me more; do they ever get caught by the people who run the ring?”
Long, slender fingers hook around the band of your sweatpants and underwear, shimmying them down your legs, and you swallow thickly, raising your hips to have him pull your clothes down. “I-Uhm... I-I-I haven’t gotten... that far...”
Axel hums innocently, removing your bottoms clean from your leg, smiling sweetly up at you. “Well, don’t let me interrupt you,” he says simply, once again, hot breath spanning across your puffy pussy lips as he lowers his face between your thighs. “Keep reading, little momma.”
You shake your head rapidly, “n-no, I can wait...”
“You won’t even notice I’m here, sweetness,” he smirks, wrapping a large paw around your left ankle. You turn your head to your book, face hot and head already spinning in desire, though from the corner of the book, you watch him lift and plant your left foot to the cushion of your seat, repeating the action with your right foot.
Your hips ache at the strange spread, your pelvis pushing forwards to chase the warmth from his face, though you cower slightly under his tiger-like-eyes to obey his demand for you to read, and force your eyes to glaze over the pages, unable to take in any of the information written on the plot.
“Axel!”
The warm, wet muscle of your boyfriend swipes over your slit with no hesitation, a pleasured groan at your musky taste causing a sweet vibration to shiver up your spine. Your thighs instinctively close around his head, his eyes closed in bliss with each lap of your sopping heat. As nonchalant as ever, he takes his time in his filthy, sinful slurping, only to release one of your knees and glide a thick finger up and down your wetness.
“I told you to keep reading,” he mumbles cockily, unable to lift his head from between your legs.
“I can’t,” you whine, pleadingly. In an instant, the sweet, subtle burn of Axel’s thick fingers finally slipping inside your cunt makes a squealy, needy whimper to tear from your lips, your whole body flushing with a deep warmth.
Discarding your book to the side, the pages flattened by the cushions as both of your hands lace in his fluffy, thick mop of hair, nails practically digging into his warm scalp. He hisses as his perfect, pink lips circle around your aching bundle of nerves, and in a state of euphoria, your head tips back against the cool glass of the window behind you, momentarily forgetting that all of your neighbors are free to watch your lewd manimal knelt between your knees and eating you out like a starved, angry beast.
All for it all to very suddenly stop.
His fingers stay idle inside of you, settled firmly against the pleading, demanding, strawberry-like wall inside of you, and his now shiny face peers up at you, your juices clinging to the scraggly facial hair adorning his face. You whimper and force yourself to look down at him, eyes wide and pleading for relief.
He smirks, and the tight, hot coil between your thighs only quivers more at the sight.
