Classic Novel
10
She had a body that was everything I wanted.
She wasn’t lanky and flat and straight.
Hannah had curves.
A body I would kill to see in the light, to watch the way her skin glowed as I kissed it, how she would dip and arch each time I plunged inside her.
But I wasn’t going to get that right now.
Right now, all I could do was graze my way across her and memorize each spot, like her clit that I couldn’t stop rubbing.
Aside from her mouth, a woman’s pussy couldn’t manipulate the truth. It couldn’t lie. It couldn’t deceive.
A cunt told you exactly the way a woman was feeling.
And Hannah’s was fucking screeching.
Begging.
Yearning.
“Declan …” She gasped. “Ahhh.”
So far, I hadn’t gone in farther than my knuckle. But I pushed in deeper, curving upward, twisting, turning until I felt her G-spot. The second I touched it, I earned myself a howl louder than any she’d released so far.
“Oh God.” Her hand stilled on my cock, squeezing. “What are you doing to me?”
I didn’t know why my lips went to hers.
Why I wanted to feel the softness of them once again.
Why I wanted to taste her exhales.
But I locked us together, inhaling each of her breaths, rotating our tongues.
Hannah. Fuck.
She thought I was doing something to her … but she was the one doing something to me.
Her fingers dropped from my dick, and her arms circled my neck, pulling me closer. The moment our lips parted, her head leaned against the wall, my mouth falling to her throat, feeling the purr that thrummed inside.
“I need to feel you come.”
She wasn’t far.
Every sign in her body told me that.
I left her throat and leaned down farther to take her nipple into my mouth, biting the end, sucking it as though she were feeding me. With my palm pressed against her clit, I worked my finger in and out, tapping that spot deep inside her, adding a second finger when she began to tighten more.
“Declan …” Her nails stabbed the back of my neck, her body becoming slack. It only took a few more seconds before her moans turned higher, her wetness thickening as it coated my fingers.
“Fuck yes, Hannah.” I picked up speed. “Give me that fucking orgasm.”
As a wave of shudders moved through her, fluttering her muscles and limbs, every exhale turned into a pant. She eventually became silent, her body frozen until a swish of air exited her lips, ending in, “What the fuck was that?”
“The very beginning,” I growled. “That’s all that was.”
As I pulled my fingers out, her thong moved back to its original place.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
A place that was in the way.
I held the lace strings at her sides and tore them off her, tucking the flimsy fabric into my pocket where I’d stored the condom. With the metal foil now in my hand, I bit off the corner of the packet and placed the rubber on her palm.
“Put this on me.”
It had been minutes since she’d touched my cock, and the moment she returned to it, she spread the bead of pre-cum that glistened at the tip.
She didn’t roll the condom over me.
Instead, she surrounded me with both hands and bobbed up and down my shaft, holding on tightly, mimicking what her pussy was going to do.
“Fuck”-I pressed my forehead against hers-“yes.”
A hand wasn’t normally enough for me, but Hannah’s strokes felt incredible. So much so that I had to repay the favor, lunging back into her pussy-a spot still so fucking wet that she soaked my finger.
Typically, I never would have taken this long to bury myself inside a woman.
I certainly wouldn’t be moaning over a hand job.
But I was lost.
Lost in the way her pussy sucked in my finger.
Lost in the way this gorgeous girl was making me feel.
Lost in the way I was craving to taste her wetness.
I didn’t know where the latter had come from. My mouth never dipped below the belly button of a woman I was having a one-night stand with.
If I was going to eat a pussy, that pussy was going to be mine.
Forever.
But I was quickly learning that Hannah was breaking every rule.
Especially as I found myself on my knees, the longing to taste her so overwhelming that I couldn’t fight it.
My fingers left her, and I placed my nose at the top of her clit, taking a long, deep inhale. “Just what I thought … fuck.”
A scent so sweet that I would lust for it every day.
A scent I’d never be able to get enough of.
Her hand dug into my hair, shouting, “Oh fuck,” as I gave her the first swipe.
That one was just for me-to know if I’d been a fool to kneel on this fucking pavement or if it was the best decision I’d made tonight.
And, goddamn it, it was.
The flavor of her cunt melted over my tongue.
It was so strong, so perfect that my eyes closed, my cock fucking throbbing.
This girl was a dream.
Now, I needed to stop being so selfish and make this about her.
My two fingers returned to their spot deep inside her, thrusting in and out, while I licked across her clit. Every few laps, I swallowed the heaviness of her arousal, the deliciousness enticing me to go faster.
“I can’t,” she cried. “I can’t breathe. Oh my God.”
That was what I wanted.
To take away her air, to make her feel so fucking good that she was as lost as I was.
She was twisting my locks, shoving her cunt against my mouth.
And I licked that treasure, flicking across it, wishing I could see her face when I made her come.
That wasn’t going to take long.
Not with the way she was yelling, “Declan,” through the alley.
I added more pressure, pointing the tip of my tongue against her clit, and within a few more strikes, she was gone.
Wriggling.
“Yes! Fuck!” She held the back of my head like she was about to fall, flexing her hips, grinding into my mouth.
The walls inside her quickly dampened, and I ate through her fucking orgasm, urging her cum down my throat with each lick.
When she became sensitive and motionless, I rose to my feet and took the condom from her hand. As I rolled it over my shaft, I licked her off my lips, getting one last taste of her, reveling in her flavor. Once the rubber was in place, I lifted her into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, and positioned her back against the building.
“What have you done to me?”
She sounded spent.