Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 11: Giving her Head (R-18)

Mrs. Elora swallowed hard—*gulp*—my cum sliding down her throat, and then she looked up at me with a sly little smile, her lips still shiny.

"Ahh.." she gasp in satisfaction.

I propped myself up on the bed, the red lights casting a warm glow over her flushed face.

"You went straight for my dick," I said, leaning forward, my hands finding her cheeks, cupping them gently. "Thought it was my job to comfort you, not the other way around."

She tilted her head, her blonde hair spilling over one shoulder, and met my eyes with a soft shrug. "I don't know... I just wanted it," she said, her voice low and honest. "Besides, we've got the whole night together. What's the rush handsome?"

"True," I said, grinning as I leaned down, closing the gap to kiss her. Her lips were warm, tasting faintly of my cum, and she kissed back slow, like she was savoring it.

My hands slid to her chest, groping her boobs through the thin fabric still bunched around her waist. I teased her nipples with my thumbs, feeling them harden under my touch, and she let out a quiet hum against my mouth.

"Ezra..." she murmured, her hands resting on my shoulders, light but needy.

I didn't answer—just flipped her over in one smooth move, pinning her back to the bed. The mattress bounced a little under her, and she laughed, a breathy sound that cut through the opera music still humming in the background.

I slid down her body, my mouth finding her boobs again. I sucked on one nipple, wet and slow, while my fingers twisted the other, rolling it gently.

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"Ahhh..." she moaned, her back arching off the bed, pushing herself closer. Her skin was soft under my lips, warm and tasting faintly of sweat and that spicy vanilla perfume she wore.

I switched sides, giving the other nipple the same attention, and her hands gripped the sheets, knuckles whitening.

"God, you're good at that," she said, her voice shaky, eyes half-closed as she watched me.

"Gotta be, it's job to satisfy girls in the end." I said, smirking up at her before moving lower.

My hands caught the hem of her one-piece dress, still clinging to her hips, and I tugged it down slow, peeling it off her body. The fabric rustled as it slid past her thighs, pooling around her ankles until she kicked it free.

Left in just black lace panties and those killer heels, she looked hot as hell—her skin smooth and pale, almost glowing under the dim red lights. Her curves were sharp, her stomach flat and sexy.

I kissed her stomach, soft and quick, feeling it tense under my lips.

"You're gorgeous," I said, my voice low, and she squirmed a little, blushing harder.

"Ahh.." she moans slightly.

I trailed lower, pressing a firm kiss right over her pussy, the lace of her panties rough against my mouth.

"Ahhh..." she gasped, her whole body jerking, a shiver rippling up her spine. Her thighs twitched, closing around my head for a second before she forced them open again showing her panties in full view, breathing fast.

"Ezra, don't tease me like that," she said, half-laughing, half-pleading, her hands reaching down to brush my hair.

"Who's teasing?" I shot back, grinning as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, ready to keep going. The room felt hotter now, the air thick with her scent and the faint creak of the bed under us.

I moved lower, kissing her thighs, my lips smooching her smooth skin. It was warm, soft, and I lingered there, savoring the feel of her hot skin against me.

"Ahh..." she moaned, her voice turning desperate, a little edge to it that told me she was losing patience. Her legs shifted under my hands, restless.

I grabbed the hem of her black lace panties, my fingers hooking in slow, and slid them down her thighs. The fabric brushed against her skin as it came off, dropping past her heels to the floor.

Her pussy was right there in front of me now—pink, slightly glistening, already wet and ready. She was turned on, no question, and it hit me like a spark.

"Damn, you're ready for this," I said, glancing up at her with a half-smirk. She just bit her lip, her eyes dark and needy.

"I am.." I gripped her thighs, spreading her legs wider, and leaned in, my face dipping down on her wet Labia.

"Ahh... fuck..." she moaned loud, her body arching off the bed as my lips pressed against her labia, soft and slick.

I kissed pussy, then sucked, pulling in the juices she was leaking—sweet and hot on my tongue. The taste of her filled my mouth, and I went deeper, smooching her pussy like it was a kiss I couldn't break.

"Ahhh... yeahhh... huhh..." Her moans came fast above me, ragged and wild. Her hands flew to my head, fingers digging into my hair, holding me tight like she didn't want me going anywhere.

I moved up a bit, sucking her clit hard, feeling it pulse under my lips, then slid my tongue lower, pushing it inside her vaginal hole.

"Ahh..." Her breath hitched, turning sharp and uneven as the pressure built in her.

I twisted my tongue, twirling it against her inner walls, feeling them clench around me—warm, wet, alive.

"Ahhh... yeahh...more...ahhh..." she moaned again, louder now, her grip on my hair tightening, pulling hard enough to sting.

Her hips bucked a little, chasing the feeling, and the bed creaked under us, the red lights above painting her skin in a soft, hazy glow.

"Ezra... don't stop, ahh...I am loving it so much...." she gasped, her voice breaking, desperate and raw. Her thighs trembled in my hands, and I just kept going, lost in her heat.

"I won't..." I said, stop myself to respond her and then going back in with my mouth on her pussy . I ate her pussy like eating a pudding.