Fatal Flaws

"Now follow me" he grins, taking my arm, leading me down the hallway and up a set of steps. "This is our room," he whispers, coming to a halt outside a door towards the rear of the house. He blindly leads me into the room, covering my eyes with his hand. Walking me backward until bumping against something, which I assume is a bed. "Do you trust me?" he whispers, not expecting an answer. Instead of answering, I trust him to guide my body, lying me on the soft bed. Keeping my eyes covered, the bed sags beneath his weight, towering over me. His finger draws along my lips before kissing them. Wanting to stay in suspense, I keep my eyes closed once he removes his hand. I can tell he's reaching down, untying my pants. The bed shifts as he breaks our kiss, rising to stand beside the bed. I feel him tugging on my pant leg, removing them one at a time. His hand is like ice removing my panties in one quick succession. Goosebumps rise along my bare skin in response to his touch.

My eyes peek open, spying on him. He smiles before dropping to his knees, diving headfirst between my thighs. I whimper as his tongue feverishly licks me, hungrily devouring my clit. Gripping my hips, scooting my body closer while burying his head deeper in my wet pussy. His tongue teases me, slowly licking along my lips. Stopping briefly at my clit, before his entire mouth connects, sucking roughly. Reaching down, I grab hold of his head, gripping and yanking his hair. The more he sucks, the harder I pull. Trembling, I attempt to retreat. But fail. My legs shake uncontrollably as a series of moans escape through clenched lips. Knees quivering, I squeeze them, locking around his head. Using his shoulders to pry them apart, he maneuvers forward. Kissing and nibbling over my pelvis, slowly inching toward my belly button. It tickles as he continues around it, moving onto my scar and kissing it gently. His hands shove my shirt up, stopping above my breast. Bringing his face to mine, he kisses me, his lips dripping with moisture. The taste of my juices lingers on his tongue. Shoving his pants off, his cock rubs against me, gliding easily through my wetness. It runs across my clit several times teasing me. Then barely sliding in before promptly pulling out.

"Please, stop playing and fuck me," I beg, pleading. Grasping his hips, I try to navigate him inside.

"No, not yet," he mouths, pulling away, leaning back onto his knees. Grabbing mine, he spreads my legs apart. Using his finger to trace my ankle, along my leg, and up my thigh, inching closer and closer. Skipping my pussy, he swipes across my pelvis, leading down. Trailing the outside of my lips, before slipping in, spreading me open. Sliding in, he twirls his finger while pumping in and out. Another one slips in, making it snug, and applying more pressure. His eyes focus on mine, watching my facial expressions change with each thrust. He stops, removing his hand. Leaning up he strips his shirt off tossing it aside.

"Stop! Don't come any closer," I command, stopping him in his tracks. Pausing, he stares, confusion written across his face. Sitting up, I kneel in front of him. "Now it's my turn," I smirk, biting my lower lip.

Gripping his damp erect cock in my hand, I squeeze. Stroking and jerking his manhood. His breathing increases, closing his eyes. I never get tired of the physical effect my touch has on him. Leaning closer, I take him in my mouth, fitting as much as possible. He grows in response to the warmth of my mouth. I bite down softly while sucking, building up saliva in my mouth. Warm spit swooshes around inside my cheeks, blanketing his cock. Sitting back releases him from the warm embrace of my lips. Gathering my saliva, I spit it onto his shaft, drenching it. I use my tongue to swirl it around, smearing it across his dick before wrapping my lips back around it. He groans the rougher I become. His hand grips my head, massaging my scalp.

Before he releases, I jump up, standing beside him. Lifting my shirt, he helps rip it off, dropping it to the floor. Walking around, he comes from behind, forcing me forward. Bent over the bed, I'm right where he wants me. Spreading my thighs apart, he slams into me. His hips repeatedly beat against my ass. I scream as he wraps one hand around my hair, yanking while striking my ass with the other. Snatching my hair, and choking me he continues pounding my backside. Wrapping one of his arms around my waist, his nails dig into my flesh, piercing the skin. Lost in ecstasy, the intense burning pain adds to my already erotic state.