Chapter 154: The heart shaped box 005

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She squeezed her saliva-slick breasts as he swirled his tongue in her belly button a moment later. "Please, Chris. Please."

He moved lower still, actually slipping his tongue beneath the elastic of her panties before planting a kiss just above. The scent of her arousal tickled his nostrils, and he suddenly needed it just as much as she did.

She didn't wait when he rose up onto his knees. She pulled down her panties and lifted her bottom, her pussy still hidden between her thighs as the cotton slid along her legs. He helped her remove the panties, leaving her wearing nothing but her socks, and gave his cock a squeeze as she parted her legs wide.

Happy Valentine's Day, he thought as he beheld her treasure.

Below the tuft of blonde curls, she was shaved baby-smooth. Her nether lips formed a perfect heart shape, glistening with wetness. Her clit poked out from beneath its protective hood at the top of that heart. He'd give her a heart-shaped box, and now she was offering him one.

Time to find out if it's just as sweet, he thought as he moved into the V of her legs.

A long, high-pitched and warbling moan escaped her as he tongued her. His senses nearly went into overload from her womanly scent and the taste of her juices. After the first broad stroke, he traced her nether lips with the tip of his tongue, causing her to gasp as the slippery organ passed over her swollen clit.

"Oh yes, lick me," she begged, her hands moving to the back of his head again.

Chris' tongue stabbed deep into the center of the heart, giving him an even more tangy and flavorful taste of her juices. After gathering up every drop of nectar he could reach, he slipped back up to her clit again, pulling back the hood to flick it with his tongue.

Alyssa whimpered, "So good. Oh, baby."

He used every trick he'd ever learned, and paid attention to the guidance of both her hands and the way she twitched. She tasted like no other woman he'd ever gone down on. Her juices were tangier, thicker, and far more abundant. She was truly dripping wet. He lapped her sweet pussy with gusto, eager to feel her come on his tongue.

The pace of her breathing picked up, mingling frequently with gasps and sharp squeals whenever he turned his assault to her clit. Her hands held him tight against her pussy, while her legs clamped down on him as well. He was a willing prisoner between her thighs, and the crick in his neck didn't deter him at all as he drank up her nectar and felt her squirm.

He wasn't remotely ready to stop when she pushed hard on his head.

"I need you. Need you inside me. Now. Please."

He rose up onto his hands, feeling the cool air kiss his face — wet with her juices from the tip of his nose to his chin.

"I want your cock, Chris," she reiterated.

That made him throb hard enough for the head of his cock to tap his abs. He pulled his knees beneath him and rose above them. Alyssa sat up to watch, licking her lips as he took his cock in hand.

"Oh, I need it."

He didn't hesitate in the slightest, and settled in between her legs to take aim. In a single push, he plunged his cupid's arrow into her soaked, heart-shaped pussy.

Alyssa groaned long and loud as he filled her full of cock, the sound jumping in both pitch and volume as he hit bottom.

"Ah. Fuck, you're tight," he growled as her velvety walls squeezed around him.

"Your cock feels so good, baby. Give it to me."

"Oh, fuck yeah."

Tightening his grip on her thighs, he pulled back and thrust home again. She yelped as his balls slapped against her, and gasped as his cock retreated from her depths for another thrust.

Over and over again, he drove his cock home, watching her eyes widen and her breasts quiver from the shockwaves running up her spine. Their bodies collided with loud smacks, joining her sounds of pleasure, his grunts of exertion, and a somewhat alarming creaking sound coming from beneath the mattress. Her walls clamped down on him with each withdrawal, seemingly trying to keep him inside her and milking his cock all the way to the tip.

"Oh. Oh god! Oh yes! I'm going to come!"

At not even a minute since he'd first slipped into her warm, wet embrace, that surprised him. Her face was flushed red, and one hand had curled into a claw, bunching up the bedclothes within.

"Right there. So good. Oh baby! Oh yes! I'm... I'm... Oh yeah!"

Her mouth dropped wide open, and her pussy clamped down like a vise. Chris froze with his cock buried balls deep inside her as her back arched up from the bed. Then she suddenly squealed, her back thumping back down hard on the bed, and she started to writhe as if possessed.

"You coming?" he asked, feeling ridiculous as soon as the words passed his lips.

"Oh god yes! Don't s-s-stop!"

He fought against the squeeze of her rhythmically clenching walls, thrusting back into her again. She screamed, still thrashing on the bed, and squeaked something that approximated, "Harder. Faster."

Feeling the itch in the tip of his cock, he knew he wasn't going to last long the way her climaxing pussy was milking him. He steeled his will, clenched his teeth, and gave her everything he had, trying to hold back his cum.

"Y-yes! F-fuck m-m-m-meee!"

She just kept coming and coming, every deep penetration setting off another scream and a lurch. Her eyes were pinched tightly closed, and her hair had covered much of her face from lashing her head on the pillow. Slowly, but surely, Chris lost the battle.

"I'm gonna cum," he grunted.

"Come for me, Chris!"

He almost waited to long. She cried out when he jerked his cock free. He didn't even have to touch it. A grunting growl erupted from him as the first spurt of semen arched high into the air, spattering over her tummy. The next spasm was even harder, propelling cum all the way to her breasts and leaving sticky trails across the heaving globes.

Chris growled, grabbing his cock and slapping it down against her mound. Jet after jet of hot sticky cum erupted from him, decorating her body as she whimpered encouragement and trembled.

Even when he thought he was done and sat back hard on his ass, a final dribble oozed from the tip to run down his shaft. Alyssa was still quivering, running her fingers through his creamy offering and moaning.