5. Fuck Me

Chapter 5

Layla’s POV

Before I could even process his words his mouth dove in.

This wasn’t a gentle lick at all, he buried his face in my cunt like he wanted to drown in it.

His tongue dragged up my slit in one long, nasty stripe, then latched onto my clit and sucked hard, his lips smacking loud and wet.

I jerked so violently my ass almost came off the table.

“Oh shit— oh my god!” I cried out, my hands flying down to grab fistfuls of his salt-and-pepper hair.

His tongue was relentless, flicking and swirling around my clit while two thick fingers shoved back inside me, curling up against that spot that made my eyes cross.

The wet, filthy sounds of him eating me echoed through the penthouse, loud slurping, sucking, groaning like my pussy was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

He pulled back just enough to spit on my cunt, watching it drip down my folds before diving back in, tongue fucking into my hole while his nose rubbed my clit.

“You taste so fucking good. This juicy cunt is dripping down my chin, baby. You’re soaking me.”

Wow, this man is just on another level, I have never been talked dirty to in my entire life.

My legs started shaking uncontrollably around his shoulders.

I couldn’t stop the moans pouring out of me, loud and broken.

Fuck, his tongue is so deep, I’m gonna lose my mind.

Every curve of my body felt worshipped under his hands, he squeezed my soft hips, groped my belly, reached up to slap and knead my heavy tits while he devoured my pussy like a man possessed.

I was completely lost. My hips bucked against his face, grinding my soaked cunt all over his mouth and chin, chasing more, more, more.

“Don’t stop— fuck, please don’t stop eating my pussy,” I whimpered, my voice cracking.

“It feels so good, I can’t— I’m—”

He groaned right into my cunt, the vibration shooting straight through me, and that was it.

He moved back up suddenly, mouth shiny with my juices, and kissed me hard.

I tasted myself all over his tongue as he shoved it deep into my mouth, nasty and wet, while his fingers kept pumping into me.

“You’re fucking soaked, girl,” he muttered against my lips, biting the bottom one.

“Taste how sweet this cunt is? You’re dripping everywhere.”

He lifted me off the table like I weighed nothing, carrying me to the huge bed and dropping me down on my back.

He hovered over me, his shirt still on, but the sleeves rolled up, his eyes went more wild as he looked down at my naked, trembling body.

His fingers slammed back into my pussy instantly, three this time, stretching me open with brutal, wet thrusts.

“Rub that clit for me while I finger-fuck you,” he ordered, voice deep and commanding.

My hand flew down immediately, my fingers rubbing fast circles on my swollen clit while his thick digits pounded in and out, curling, scissoring, making the wettest, nastiest sounds I’d ever heard.

“Yeah, just like that. Let me see you play with this sloppy pussy.”

Oh my goodness. I love this so much.

“I’m— I’m gonna cum— fuck!” I screamed, my legs shaking violently as the orgasm crashed through me.

My pussy clenched and gushed around his fingers, juices squirting out over his hand and wrist while I kept rubbing my clit through it, riding every wave.

He didn’t stop fingering me, he kept pumping through my orgasm until I was a sobbing, twitching mess.

Even after I came, I couldn’t stop.

I’d never felt like this — not with Wyatt, not with anyone.

My body was on fire, craving something bigger and thicker, stretching me full.

I can’t believe I’m doing this with a stranger, but I need his cock so fucking bad. I can’t believe my body is reacting wildly this way.

Without thinking I pushed my hips up, grinding my dripping, sensitive pussy against the huge, rock-hard bulge in his pants.

I could feel how thick he was through the fabric, throbbing against me as I rubbed myself on him desperately.

“Please…” I whispered, voice shaky and small, my cheeks burning.

I knew what I wanted but I couldn’t say the actual words.

I sounded too desperate already, too slutty for a man whose name I didn’t even know.

He groaned low, grinding his hard cock back against my soaked cunt for a second before leaning down and sucking one of my nipples into his hot mouth, biting down just enough to make me cry out and arch into him.

I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him tighter against my tit, moaning like a whore as he sucked hard, tongue flicking the sensitive peak.

He came back up, kissing me deep and messy again, tasting like my pussy, before pulling his hand back just enough to look me in the eyes.

“Let’s sleep… you don’t seem like yourself.”

“Huh?” My eyes went wide as he removed his hands from my dripping cunt.

My pussy was still clenching around nothing, aching and sloppy, juices running down my ass onto the sheets. What the fuck is he talking about?

Why would he stop right now? How does he know I’m not myself? I’m so fucking myself!! I’m so horny right now!

“I mean… you look like you’re doing this to escape from… something…” he said, voice still low and rough, chest heaving as he hovered over me.

“I’m not drunk,” I replied immediately, my voice sounding too shaky. “I know what I’m doing… so please…”

“Please?” He asked back, breathing heavily on me, his hot breath brushing my swollen lips.

Did I just tell him please? Please, to do what? To continue? To fuck me? What the fuck are you thinking, Layla. He’s just too hot.

Those strong arms, the face, his voice… oh my God, the way he looks at me like he actually wants every soft, chubby inch of me.

My eyes dropped to his lips and before my brain could catch up, I leaned up and crashed my mouth against his hungrily.

I hope I won’t regret this.

“Hmmm” I bit his lower lip hard, sucking it into my mouth, and he groaned deep into the kiss, that low, gravelly sound vibrating straight down to my cunt and making it clench tight.

Oh fuck, his voice is so fucking sexy.

“Fuck me,” I moaned Into his mouth before I could know it.