Devour Me

My lover asked me what the first thing I wanted him to do when we next met.

I answered, simply enough: “Devour meâ€

Oh, my, and did he!

We arrived at our room, and once the door was closed, he pushed me down on the bed and ripped off my skirt and panties.

He opened his pants, and his already erect cock sprang out. He walked behind me and ordered me to take his erect cock in my mouth.

I like doing that for him, because I use my lips and tongue to torment his already engorged cock. I know he wants to cum in my mouth, but I also know that he prefers to deposit his cum inside my wet, tight, hot pussy.

I feel his cock throbbing and twitching in my mouth, and pearls of cum are oozing out onto my supple tongue. I know that in a moment, I will feel him between my thighs, plunging deep inside in a heedless rush to enjoy his first orgasm of the day inside me.

He pulls his cock from my mouth, shiny with my saliva, and he mounts me and thrusts his swollen cock deep inside, his tie draped against me, gripping handfuls of my hair as he ferociously rides me, growling, grunting, panting with lust. I’m conscious that he is still wearing his suit and tie as he devours me, and I grip his soft hair to hold on as he takes me.

Suddenly he lifts his head back, straining at his pleasure, and I feel him cum inside, so much that I can feel it already pouring out of me around his shaft.

He pulls out, and quickly pulls off all of his clothes, and orders me to strip naked and present myself to him, naked, exposed, my round ass and swollen pussy ready for him to use. I obey and await the next onslaught of his lust.

He doesn’t disappoint.