Chapter 59: Riding My Dick (R-18)
The air in Sara’s massive hall hung heavy, thick with heat and tension, the dim pink and yellow lights glowing soft from the chandelier above. I lay flat on my back on her huge bed, the pink sheets bunched up under me.
Sara straddled me high, her knees sinking deep into the mattress on either side of my face, her maroon one-piece hiked up messy around her hips, her bare thighs locking me in tight. The red belt she’d wrapped around my neck—soft, thin leather—pressed snug against my skin, her hand gripping it like a leash, tugging it light every time she moved.
"Ahh... yeahh... ahhh..." she moaned, her voice low and shaky, her head tilting back as she grabbed my hair with her free hand, her fingers tangling rough in it, pulling hard.
"Yeahh... like this... only... inside... ahh..." she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut, pleasure washing over her face, her dark hair spilling wild around her shoulders.
Her other hand pulled the belt, the leather sliding against my throat, not choking me but keeping me right where she wanted—my face trapped between her thighs, my breath hot and fast against her.
I couldn’t move much, her weight pinning me down. My chest heaving as I licked her labia—slow at first, then faster, my tongue licking her skin, her heat and wetness growing with every pass.
It was suffocating, the air thinning as she pushed down harder, but the rush hit me too, a jolt of pleasure snaking through me, making me hard down below, my jeans tight against my groin.
"Keep going..." she muttered, her voice barely a whisper between moans, her hips rocking slow on my face, guiding me where she wanted.
"Ahh... yeahh... more... ahhh... ahh..." she moaned louder, crazier now, her grip on my hair tightening. I pushed my tongue deeper, rolling it around, tasting her, feeling her walls twitch around me, her body reacting wild to every move.