Jet Black Heart\\M.C.

+41+

+Hannah+

"Holy shit," he huffs. "That was so fucking good."

"Uh-huh," I agree, my body floating in euphoria mixed with the alcohol and weed, making me so fucking high I don't think I'll ever come down. I don't want to either.

"It was good for you too then?" He inquires, readjusting beside me before he kisses my cheek.

"Yes," I whine. He chuckles and then runs his hand over my inner thigh, making me push my legs together.

"Think I could give you another?"

I can hear the fucking smirk in his voice and I whine, already throbbing before his hand spreads my leg away from the other.

"Mikey," I plead, not sure if I want him to stop or not before I feel his body leave and his lips press to my thigh. "Oh god," my eyes fly open and I pant as I look down to watch him kiss up my thigh and pull his pants up quickly.

His hands then grip my knees, making room for him and my breath becomes erratic, knowing I won't last long at all.

My whole body freezes as he licks up my core, his wide thick tongue hitting every sensitive part imaginable before flicking off my swollen bud.

I watch him suck on his tongue and moan before licking his lip. He makes eye contact and I stop breathing, my lashes fluttering. His thick bottom lip curls between his teeth as his brows pinch together, and he smiles.

"You taste so fucking good," he says to me and my breath whooshes out.

"Mikey," I whine, his dirty talk new and exciting and overwhelming and I feel I could combust just from the words that slip past those delicious lips.

"Mikey, what?" He smirks at me and squirm.

"Don't stop," I whine, "Mikey please."

His smirk gets bigger and he nods, "Okay."

His voice is deeper than I've ever heard it before, making me whimper, "I'm so close."

He groans and returns, making me whine again as his tongue takes over my mind. My stomach already knots as his tongue rolls up and down my core before he stops to kitten lick at my entrance, moaning at what he creates from me. I claw at the bare mattress, nothing to grip as my hips widen and lift up to him. He directs his attention to my bundle of nerves, flicking with the perfect pressure and rhythm until I snap shortly after.

"MICHAEL!" I scream so loud I swear the neighbors could hear me even over the loud music. His thick lips attach to me and he sucks, prolonging my orgasm as I scream out with each wave until I squirm away. I push on his face, gasping, and he laughs with pride. "Michael," I whisper as I come down from my high, panting and I feel him slip my feet into my underwear.

I place my feet on the bed and lift my hips to aid him before he pulls down my skirt and then lays next to me on his side. He hugs me tight to his chest, brushing my hair off my face and I open my eyes to look at him. A smirk takes over his lips and I feel my stomach flip again, still haven't received enough of him.

"You are so sexy when you're like this," he says, his intoxication still making him vocal and bold. And I love it so much. "I feel like you're completely you when you're like this. Fully exposed to me."

"I think you're right," I admit to him. "Vulnerable."

"I am too though," he says softly. "Thats how you make me feel, too. And seeing you like this makes me feel that way again. It feels so good when I see you high off of me. It's such an honor, Hannah."

"I love being pleasured by you," I smile at him.

"I love knowing I'm the only one. Which is kinda selfish, huh?" He scoffs.