She tried to talk, but it was all she could do to breathe. Fire and desire blossomed in the pit of her stomach and her toes curled. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out as his tongue lashed her clit. Her climax raced toward the cliff as he sucked the words and the air right out of her. When his sinfully long tongue snaked up inside her, she started babbling four-word gibberish.
“Arrrrgh, please…fuck, oh my god, fuck, fuck.”
He stopped his assault and looked at her, his face smeared with her oils. “Is that a request or a command?”
She gulped down a ragged breath and gave him a look reserved for the mentally challenged. “Hmm, you figure it out.”
“Oh, I see it’s a challenge. How many ways can I fuck you? Ok, let’s count the ways.”
She smiled wickedly. “By all means, tell me…how many ways are you capable of doing me?”
He sat back on his heels and his throbbing cock waved at her. Her mouth watered with hunger.
“Well, first and foremost there is any way I want, but if you need specifics. I’ll take you on your knees, doggie style to remind you who owns you. Next, it’s on your back with your legs wrapped around my head and my tongue slithering inside you. Then it’s in your mouth, for sure I have to fuck that sassy mouth of yours. Of course, there is the old missionary stand-by with your legs over my shoulders and my cock as deep inside you as our skins will allow. Next, I want you tied in a sex swing with your legs spread wide for my flogger. I’ve also got a new spank bench that needs to be broken in. Of course, we’ll need lots of lube, but a butt-fuck is certainly in order. I’ve lost count, how many is that?”
“If I’m not mistaken, I believe that is six so far. May I ask a question?”
His gaze riveted on hers and he didn’t blink. “Sure Snowflake, you can ask a question.”
“Are you doing this to me all in one session or over a period of time?”
His dark eyebrows rose and he chuckled menacingly. “Hmm, you’ll figure it out.”
© 2014 Will LaForge