Taking Him Deep

TWO - 

Mira 

The taste exploded on my tongue, salty, warm, and perfect. 

I moaned around him, sucking gently at first, savoring the velvety smoothness of his skin against my lips, my tongue swirling around the plump head, tracing the sensitive tip. 

God, it was everything I’d fantasized about and more. His thick, veiny dick filled my mouth completely, stretching my jaw in the most delicious way as the salty tang of his pre-cum coated my tongue and made me salivate.

I’d craved this for days. Hell, since the first time I laid eyes on his beautiful dick during his initial exam. 

David’s hand fisted in the sheets, his knuckles turning white as his hips bucked involuntarily. 

“Fuck, Mira… oh god,” he groaned. 

His voice was rough, gravelly, like it had been ages since he’d felt this kind of touch. I knew from his chart he was single, focused on his wrestling career. 

It had probably been months for him too, maybe longer, his body starved for release just like mine. 

That thought made me suck harder, faster, my free hand cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently between my fingers. They were full and tight, and the way they shifted sent a thrill through me. 

I looked up at him through my lashes, my body humming with a deep satisfaction at seeing his face twisted in pure pleasure. 

This was wrong, so wrong. 

But it felt so right. 

Finally, after all those stolen glances and suppressed urges, I had him. 

But fuck, it didn’t satisfy me. If anything I wanted more of him. Every inch of him sliding deeper into my throat left me wanting, every heavy groan from his mouth made my pussy clench with aching need. 

I could feel the heat radiating from him, the flex of muscle as he fought to stay still. But he was losing the battle. He thrust into my mouth, his control slipping, that quiet, stoic wrestler unraveling before my eyes. 

I gagged slightly as he hit the back of my throat, but I loved every second of it and couldn’t wait to do it again.

The room filled with slick wet sounds of my mouth on his dick, his ragged pants, and my muffled needy moans. 

I pulled back just enough to lick along the pulsing veins, my tongue teasing the slit at the tip where more pre-cum beaded. It was salty-sweet and addictive. I lapped it up greedily before diving down again, taking him as deep as I could. 

God, I was so fucking horny it hurt. My pussy throbbed, slick with arousal that soaked through my panties . 

Every grunt from him, every low moan that rumbled from his chest, intensified the ache between my legs. Almost like like his pleasure fed mine, a vicious cycle that had me grinding my thighs together for any friction I could get. 

But I needed more.

Unable to take it anymore, my hand pushed into my pants, my fingers slipping into the drenched cotton of my panties to find my swollen clit. 

Fuck me.

I began rubbing it in desperate circles, matching the movement of my bobbing head, moaning shamelessly around his dick. But I didn’t care. Let him hear how badly I wanted this, let him see badly I needed him. 

David’s eyes darkened as he watched me, his breaths coming in short, heaving bursts. 

“Fuck, Mira…” he growled, his voice breaking. One hand left the sheets and tangled in my hair, fingers gripping tight, guiding me deeper, urging me faster. It sent sparks down my spine, and made me slip two fingers inside my pussy. 

I was so wet, my walls clenched around my fingers as I imagined it was his dick instead. 

“Urgh…” I gagged when his hips bucked again, more forcefully this time, fucking my mouth in shallow thrusts. 

My nose brushed the dark curls at his base, my throat worked to swallow around him. It should hurt but my cravings dulled it all.

I wanted him everywhere, in my mouth, my hands, my pussy. 

My fingers sank deeper, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I gurgled around his dick, the sound making him curse under his breath, his grip in my hair tightening deliciously.

David was close. 

I could feel it in the way he pulsed against my tongue, the frantic movement of his hips. His moans grew louder, more desperate, fueling my own horny desires. 

I rubbed my clit harder, my body trembling as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. 

But I wasn’t ready for this to end yet. 

“Don’t cum yet,” I murmured against him, pulling back with a wet pop, my lips swollen and glistening.

David’s eyes snapped open, hazy with lust, and his mouth opened to say something. 

But before he could speak, I stood, yanking off my pants in one swift motion. 

I straddled him on the bed, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. His dick stood proud, slick with my saliva, twitching in anticipation. 

I positioned myself over him, shoved my panties aside roughly and teased my entrance with his head. 

Then, oh fuck! I sank down, swallowing him whole with my pussy.