Set the condom aside for now and let Derek's mouth take you over again — you can worry about protection later.

1 Breedmore Lane, Maplewood Suburbs, at 8:38 PM on Friday October 31, 2024

I set the condom wrapper down on the arm of the couch — just for now, just until he's done with his mouth again. My fingers are still trembling when they leave the little foil square, and the moment I let go, Derek's hand moves with startling speed. His palm closes over the wrapper and in one fluid motion, his arm sweeps it off the couch and behind the cushion. I don't even register the motion — my eyes are already closing, my head falling back against the cushion, because his mouth is descending on my pussy again and every coherent thought is evaporating like steam.

"Good girl," he breathes against my swollen folds, and the vibration of his voice sends a shudder through my entire body. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."

His tongue finds my clit immediately — no teasing this time, no slow buildup. He attacks it with focused, relentless pressure, his lips sealing around the throbbing bud and sucking while his tongue flicks in rapid side-to-side motions. My hips jerk off the couch and I cry out, my hands flying back to his head, fingers scrabbling against his short-cropped hair.

"Oh god — oh fuck — it's so —"

He doesn't let up. Two fingers slide back inside my dripping channel, curling against that devastating spot on my front wall, and the dual stimulation — his mouth on my clit, his thick fingers stroking deep inside me — sends my nervous system into overdrive. I'm already close. Already climbing toward the edge at a pace that terrifies me, my second orgasm building like a thunderhead in my pelvis, heavier and more dangerous than the first.

Derek pulls his mouth back just enough to speak, his fingers still working inside me. "You're so fucking responsive," he groans, his voice thick with lust. "Your little cunt is squeezing my fingers like it's trying to milk them. You need something bigger inside you, don't you, Luna?"

"Yes —" The word escapes before I can stop it, torn from somewhere primal.

"Not yet," he says, and his tongue returns to my clit — slower now, deliberate, edging me. He brings me right to the precipice, my thighs clamping around his head, my breath coming in sharp staccato bursts, and then he backs off. Just barely. Just enough that the orgasm recedes like a wave pulling back from shore.

"Please —" I whimper, my hips grinding against nothing, chasing the release he's denying me.

"Tell me what you want," he commands, his breath hot on my soaked pussy.

"Make me cum — please, Derek, please —"

His mouth descends again and this time there's no mercy. His tongue works my clit in tight, brutal circles while his fingers fuck into me with deep, curling thrusts, and the orgasm that crashes through me is exponentially more devastating than the first. My spine bows off the couch, my pussy clamping down on his fingers so hard he groans in surprise, and a flood of slick juices gushes from my cunt, soaking his hand, his wrist, dripping onto the cushion beneath me. I'm screaming — a raw, broken sound that echoes off the walls — and my whole body is convulsing, every muscle seizing and releasing in waves of pure, annihilating pleasure.

He doesn't stop. He keeps his mouth on me through the aftershocks, licking and sucking until I'm sobbing and shaking and my clit is so sensitive that every touch sends electric agony through my nervous system.

When he finally pulls back, his face is drenched — chin, cheeks, lips all shining with my cum. His silver eyes are dark with hunger, pupils blown wide, and when he rises to his full height I can see the massive tent in his sweatpants, the thick outline of his cock straining against the thin fabric.

"Two," he says, his voice rough as gravel. He hooks his thumbs into his waistband and pushes them down. His cock springs free — thick, veiny, impossibly hard, the flushed head already leaking a bead of precum that catches the candlelight. It's at least eight inches, heavy and curved slightly upward, and my breath catches at the sight of it.

"Now I need to be inside you, Luna."