One Wicked Night

Lisa V

My hand traces circles on his stomach, then I trace the word love.
"Can you tell what I spelled?" I ask knowing there won't be a response. His gaze moves from hid cock, back to my face.
"You need taken care of?" I ask as I stand up on the bed and straddle him, my ass in his line of sight. He grunts as I pull down my underwear, bending over at the hips, so he has the perfect view of my slit. I step out of the underwear, turn around and sit on his face. I do it just to piss him off because he can't enjoy dipping his tongue in me. He growls. I must admit, I wish his mouth was in commission. My pussy aches, sitting atop his face.

I crawl down toward his hard cock and give it a kiss before spinning around, straddling him. I give his cock a few stroke, pressing it against my stomach, before raising myself just enough so I'm able to press the tip of his cock at my entrance. The feeling of his warm thick cock pressing against my wet lips makes me instantly warm. I slide his cock back and forth along my slit, before pressing him inside me.
"Mmm, yes Mark," I purr. "I deserve this."
Starting slow, I begin rising and lowering myself, my lips hugging his throbbing cock. The feeling sends electrical zings through my body, making my skin prickle. I devour his cock, my cock. I begin to pick up the pace. "Yes, fuck me," I groan, "say something, why aren't you saying anything? It doesn't feel good?" I chastise with a smile.
I close my eyes, feeling him inside me, riding him faster.
"Fuck you feel good," I groan. I feel my blood buzz, the feeling is overwhelming—heightened from the spell. I scratch my nails down his chest, staring him in the eyes.
"Mark," I say his name. "Mark, you're going to come when I say." I feel his cock jerk inside me. "Not yet," I say, scratching my nails a little harder down his chest. I bring my hands back behind me and proceed to run my nails down the inside of his thighs. "Does it tickle? I ask not waiting for a response. I continue riding him, feeling his cock slide in and out of my pussy. "You can come soon. Where do you want to come?" I ask looking in his eyes to see if I can read an answer. However I can't so I keep riding. The pressure is building, my head feels as if it could explode. His voice hitches and I gasp. "Fuck," I cry out, feeling my pussy clench his cock tightly, then pulse five time before slowing to nothing—white noise blaring in my ears, I lower my body down onto his chest. His cock twitches in me and I feel a mix of his and my cum ooze out of me. Panting, trying to catch my breath, I look up at him and smile. "Don't worry babe, you'll be back to normal tomorrow."