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You’ve always thought that a man who derived pleasure from their lover’s pleasure was a myth. Men in general are selfish entities, they’re takers, not givers.
So for a man moaning and whimpering as he delves his tongue deep into your velvety walls, now that’s a new one.
His name was James. You met him at a bar. The poor guy was a bit out of place. His face bore deep, pronounced eyebags.
His lips were chapped, with the skin close to peeling off; somehow, it made you want to kiss it until it was properly moisturized.
He seemed like he needed company–well one thing led to the other and now you have his calloused hands squeezing your thighs.
Pushing the supple flesh flushed against your chest as he feasts upon you like a deranged starved man.
“Tell me you love it, honey,” he muttered against your slick-covered entrance, the tip of his nose grinding against your clit as he took a sharp exhale.
Fuck, he loves the erotic scent of your sopping wet cunt, wet by either your slick or his saliva; he can’t tell.
“James, you’re doing so well, make me feel so fucking good,” you whispered, fingers tugging on his blonde locks.
He moaned at your praise, his hips grinding against the mattresses for some sort of release.
This guy lapped your juices like it was the sweetest nectar, he kept on muttering how he needed this.
“Honey, can you hold your thighs for me, please?” he whined, looking up towards you with puppy eyes, chin glistened with your juices.
He looks pathetic, but how can you deny him?
Without a word you do what he asked, not knowing what it’ll bring you.
Not a moment wasted before he pressed down your lower stomach with one hand and spread your pussy lips with the other.
He could see your poor pussy clenching over nothing, he has to change that now huh?
“So pretty, honey,” he mumbled, parting his lips and sticking his tongue out to let a fat glob of saliva coat that cute clit of yours before it slid down to your needy hole.
His thumb dragged the little hood over your clit, lubricating it with his saliva, “Cutest little clit,” he mused, looking up towards your teary eyes.
Cute girls always have the cutest clit and the tightest pussy’ he thought to himself.
“J-james….” you whined, missing the feeling of his tongue worshiping your pussy, the way his stubble burns against your skin deliciously.
“Tell me what you need, honey,” he perked up, relishing how sweet his name sounded on your lips.
“Fingers or tongue, which one do you want, hun?” he continued, littering kisses across your stomach.
“Which one you prefer?” you asked, it was a dumb question.
But you needed to know why does this guy took his sweet time to lap you with his tongue other than just quickly rip a climax out of you and stuck his cock inside.
“My tongue so that I could taste your sweet juices, but if it’s not enough for you I could always add my fingers in,” he looked up towards you, like a cute puppy waiting for his owner’s command.
“I just want to make you feel good, honey” he blew cool air over your clit, kissing the cute pearl as he nuzzled to your soft skin.
He needed you to feel good, so he could feel good about himself.
“Use whichever you want, James. I just need you….” you whined, your hole clenching on nothing.
The feeling of being needed, it turned him on so fucking much. “Okay, honey. Just relax I’ll do the rest,”
With that he inched back down, spreading your pussy before sliding his tongue inside.
The tip of his thumb curved up, massaging your spongy walls as he pressed down on your stomach, your toes curled at the pleasure he invoked.
His nose nestled on your clit, with his fingers occupied with keeping your pussy spread for him, he used his nose to flick your slippery clit.
He needed you to come on his tongue, coating his taste receptors with the taste of you.
The air that he breathed through his nose smells like your sex; raw and erotic.
He could tell that the smell of your pussy would linger in his nostril for weeks to come, he doesn’t mind it.
He whimpered as he bucked his hips, his boxers felt sticky from the precum smeared all over as he grind on the mattress.
Hearing his needy whimper spur you on too much, you involuntary clenched on his tongue, your back arched as you grind your pussy against his face.
He took this as a sign, his hand pulled your leg to rest on his shoulder before he squeezed your rear.
Holding the soft flesh in place, his grip was firm yet gentle as he lifted you to his mouth, letting his tongue delve deeper inside.
“James, oh my fucking god–” you threw your head back, screaming in pleasure.
He moaned, the noise muffled by your pussy sending vibrations to your core.
His hand slid across your spine, supporting your back as your body shook from the pleasure of the flesh.
He kneeled on the bed with his thighs spread wide open as he squeezed your ass, his other hand holding your back, slowly letting you down on the bed.
His hand found its way to yours, he intertwined his fingers with yours, offering support to his relentless caress.
He finally pulled his head back to catch a moment’s breath, his eyes ridden with lust with a sense of accomplishment.
Gazing upon your drenched pussy, dripping with the combined liquid of your juices and his saliva.
“Pretty,” he licked his slick coated lips, two of his fingers dragging across your slit.
“So pretty,” he slurped the remaining juices, the sound of his tongue sucking your juices was downright obscene, contrasting his sickeningly gentle gaze on your face.
He used his fingers to examine your slit, spreading it open to see your wet gummy walls.
His cock twitched at the sight, so cute. He slid a digit in, curving it inside before pulling your wall slightly open to see your sticky cavern.
Pretty and pink, so cute.
He took a shaky breath in, inhaling oxygen like there was no tomorrow before he leaned back in, his finger still pulling your wall open for his tongue to slither right in.
“James….you’re so fuckk–” you mewled.
His thumb rubbed your clit in a slow circular motion, coaxing you to drench his tongue again.
He knew he made you climax at least once at this point, but not the mind-shattering type of climax that he intended to do from the beginning.
Once your sweet voice greeted him, he knew then that he needed your voice to call his name in ecstasy.
He kept on bucking his hips to the mattress as he laid flat on his stomach, his tongue stroking your walls, silently begging for you to squirt all over his face.
Fuck, he needed that.
“James I’m close soo closee,” he quickly pulled away kissing your stomach, rubbing the smooth skin with his thumb as he asked, “Fingers or tongue?”
“F-fingers…” you couldn't properly vocalise how much you loved how his finger prodded your insides earlier, you could only gasp and moan at his ministrations.
“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll suck on that cute clit for you okay…then I’ll fingerfuck your tight pussy,” he cooed.
He latched his lips on your clit as he slide two of his thick digits in. “F-fuckkk Jamess,”
He could feel his cock burning against the rough fabric of his boxers, the pain edged him on to chase not his high but yours.
The mere thought of your cumming on his tongue, drenching him in your sweet release made his cock twitch.
He thrusted his fingers in and out of your sopping pussy, the squelching sound of your pussy riled him.
He needed to hear more of those erotic sounds mingling with your moans, he rubbed your g-spot. You squirmed at the sudden onslaught, how can he find it in such a short time is beyond your comprehension.
“Cum f’me please….need you to cum, honey,” he whined, alternating between sucking and licking your cute clit.
He needed you to cum, to be consumed by the pleasure he gave you. “Jamess..you’re gonna make me cummm,”
“Mhmm cum for me, honey. That’s it,” he cooed, his fingers vibrating up and down to mimic one of your favourite sex toys. Fuck, how did he do that…..
He could feel your walls clenching tighter around his fingers; your hand tugged on his soft locks, a telltale sign of your climax.
He quickly pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his needy tongue instead, the tip sucking in your sweet nectar as you bloom against his tongue.
Squirting all over his face, you swore you could hear him chuckling as he lapped all of it clean. From your mound to your folds, he sucked every crevice dry.
It took you tugging his hair and pulling off your pussy for him to stop, he looks so fucking messy.
Fucking hell, you need to ride on his cock, right now. “You’re next?” you panted.
You looked down at him licking your juices clean off his lips, his chin glistening with your slippery slick.
“Honey, I umm–already did,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
Too embarrassed to confess that he creamed his pants off earlier as he licked your pussy juices clean off your skin.
“Hmm?” you crawled towards him, he quickly sat up to escape, but it was too late.
You found your way to his thighs, you could see the damp spot on his jeans. “O-ohh fuck don’t nuzzle there,” he whined, as you nuzzled your face close to his crotch.
“I’ll wait,” you hummed, resting your head on his thigh.
“Sweetie, wait for what?” he sighed, stroking your hair gently, admiring how beautifully blissed out you look.
“You could get it hard again right?” you hummed as you cupped his semi-hard cock, still confined by his jeans.
”F-fuckk,” he gasped, the night is still young after all.
“Yeah, just give this old man some time to breathe,”