Chapter 936: Starved and Aged Patt (r-18)

Her hips slammed upward against me, driving her cunt deeper into my face which I welcomed fully. Velvety walls — softer, more giving, yet fiercely hungry after so many starving years — fluttered and rippled wildly around my spearing tongue, hot, slick, convulsing in frantic contractions that tried to drag me inside.

That deep, heady musk intensified as more cream poured — salty-sweet-ripe, coating my tongue, my lips, the roof of my mouth; every swallow pulled another wave of her mature essence down my throat, thick enough to feel it slide slow and warm.

Her clit throbbed violently against the flat of my tongue — swollen, hypersensitive, jumping with every brutal pull of suction.

I didn’t

relent.

I sucked her whole pussy like a man starved because I was, I wanted to eat her pussy so much I was driving me crazy— lips locked tight, tongue lashing her clit in rapid, merciless flicks while I pulled her mound deeper, nose buried in soft pubic hair, inhaling the dense, intoxicating cloud of her aged arousal: warm earth, overripe fruit, faint copper, pure feral woman.

Every

harder suck

forced more slick to gush — thicker, muskier, running in heavy rivers down my chin, splattering the marble in loud, wet

splatters

.

Patt’s body

electrified

.

Thighs clamped vise-like around my head — thick muscles jumping and quivering against my ears.

Her nails raked my scalp raw. Hips bucked in helpless, frantic thrusts — smearing that rich, syrupy cream across my cheeks, nose, chin. Back arching off the counter, tits bouncing, nipples stiff and dark, tears streaming as she sobbed my name like a prayer.

"Yes—suck it—suck my filthy

pussy—claim

it—own it—while she sleeps right there—fuck—don’t stop—!"

I kept going — deep, rhythmic pulls — tongue fucking into her spasming entrance (walls so plush and greedy they molded around me like warm wet velvet), then flattening to batter her throbbing clit, then sucking the entire swollen mound again.

Her pussy spasmed harder with every pull — entrance winking open and closed around my tongue, inner walls rippling in powerful, milking waves, flooding me again and again with that deep, starved, mature taste.

She shattered — suddenly, violently — screaming loud enough to shake the glass.

"

EROS—COMING—FUCK—I’M COMING—!

"

Hot, forceful jets of slick

squirted

against my tongue and I didn’t pull away, if anything, I tightened my mouth around her pussy— thicker and muskier than before, rushed into my mouth, tasting of years of pent-up release, flooding my mouth, spilling in heavy rivers down my chin and throat.

Her thighs shook uncontrollably around my skull, ass lifting higher, body convulsing in endless waves while I sucked harder, pulling every gush, claiming every drop of her ripe, long-denied essence.

When she finally collapsed — gasping, trembling, pussy still weakly fluttering against my lips — I lifted my head just enough to meet her wrecked gaze.

Face ruined — tears streaming, lips swollen, cheeks flaming, eyes glassy with obliterated bliss.

And she smiled — small, broken, utterly owned.

"

More

," she whispered, voice cracked. "

Please

... don’t stop...

mark me deeper

...

ruin me completely

..."

I didn’t let her come down after she came.

Her body was still shaking from the second orgasm—thighs quivering, pussy fluttering against my lips in weak little aftershocks, cream still dripping in slow, sticky threads from her swollen slit down my chin.

But I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I stood in one smooth motion, hands sliding under her ass again—fingers digging deep into the soft, marked flesh of her cheeks firmly and tight.

She yelped when I

lifted

her clean off the counter, legs instinctively wrapping around my neck, ankles crossing behind my head. Her weight settled forward, thighs clamping tight around my ears, her dripping pussy now hovering right over my mouth.

Naked.

Completely fucking naked except for the red handprints and purple hickeys I’d already painted across her skin she’ll probably remember for days. I was still fully clothed—shirt slightly damp from her earlier grinding, trousers straining against my cock—but she was bare, exposed, dripping down my throat as I started walking.

The first step made her gasp—sharp, high—because the movement rocked her forward and my tongue immediately

speared

up into her again. Hot, velvety walls fluttered around the intrusion, still sensitive, still spasming.

I didn’t tease this time. I licked deep—long, slow drags of my tongue from her leaking entrance all the way up to her throbbing clit, flattening against the swollen nub on every pass. She tasted thicker now—musky, sweet-salty, the flavor of her second orgasm coating my tongue like honey.

"Oh fuck—Eros—yes—!"

Her scream cracked the quiet suite again. Her hands flew to my hair for support, yanking hard enough to sting as she tried to pull my face deeper into her cunt while I carried her.

I took two more steps toward the bedroom doorway. Each stride rocked her hips forward, grinding her soaked pussy against my mouth in perfect rhythm.

My tongue fucked into her on every step—curling upward to drag along that spongy front wall, then flicking her clit in rapid little lashes before sealing my lips around it and sucking hard. Her

cream

gushed out in fresh pulses every time I sucked—running down my chin, dripping onto my shirt collar, soaking the front of my chest.

She was loud. Too loud. "Don’t stop—don’t stop—fuck—your tongue—deeper—eat me—eat me while you carry me—!"

Like she had no care in the world, that she could fall, like she trusted me to hold her, she was thrusting her hips even more now.

Her thighs clamped tighter around my head, heels digging into my back. Her hips rolled frantically—small,

desperate deep and needy thrusts

that smeared her slick across my cheeks, my nose, my lips.

Every step I took pushed her clit harder against the flat of my tongue; every suck made her walls flutter and ripple around the length I had buried inside her.

I passed the open separate bedroom doorway.

The contrast made Patt sob with filthy pleasure.

"Right there—oh god—your tongue feels so good—I’m dripping on you—fuck—don’t stop—make me come again—!"

I didn’t.

I kept walking—slow, deliberate—each step rocking her forward so my tongue plunged deeper. I sucked her clit between my lips, humming low so the vibration traveled straight through her core.

Her whole body jolted—thighs shaking violently around my ears, ass clenching in my hands, pussy spasming hard around my tongue as another wave of slick flooded my mouth.

I swallowed it all—greedy, hungry—while I carried her the last few steps into the bedroom proper.

Her back hit the wall beside the bed with a soft thud. I pressed her there—shoulders braced, legs still locked around my neck, pussy sealed against my mouth—and ate her harder.

Tongue fucking deep—curling, dragging, lashing her clit on every withdrawal—lips sucking the swollen nub in pulsing rhythm—nose grinding against her mound so she could feel every breath I took.

Her cream kept coming—hot, thick, endless—running down my chin, soaking my shirt, dripping onto the carpet beneath us in wet little splatters.

Patt’s hands clawed at my hair, at my shoulders, at the wall—nails scraping, leaving red lines. Her hips bucked wildly—grinding herself against my face, smearing cream across my cheeks, my forehead, my closed eyes.

"Yes—yes—fuck—eat me—own me—make me come on your tongue more—please—please—!"

I sucked harder—lips sealed, tongue flicking her clit in rapid, merciless strokes while my hands kneaded her ass, spreading her wider so I could bury my face even deeper.

She shattered.

"EROS—

I’M COMING

—FUCK—I’M COMING AGAIN—!"

Her scream cracked the air—raw, hoarse, loud enough to risk waking the child in the next room. Her pussy clamped down around my tongue—walls rippling in violent spasms—hot jets of slick squirting against my mouth, flooding my tongue, running down my chin in thick rivers.

Her thighs shook uncontrollably around my head, ass lifting off the wall with every convulsion, body jerking like she’d been electrocuted.

I kept sucking through it—slow, deep pulls—drawing out every tremor, every flutter, every gush of cream until she was limp, gasping, thighs trembling weakly around my ears.

When I finally pulled back—just enough to breathe—her pussy was a wrecked, glistening mess: outer lips swollen and dark, inner folds flushed crimson and fluttering, clit throbbing visibly, entrance winking open and closed in aftershocks, slick still leaking in slow, shiny threads down her perineum.

I looked up at her.

Her face was destroyed—tears streaming, mascara smudged, lips swollen, eyes glassy with overwhelmed bliss. She stared down at me like I’d just rewritten her entire existence.

"Bed,"

she whispered—voice ruined, surrendered. "Take me to the bed... fuck me there... while she sleeps right next to us..."

I grinned against her dripping pussy.

Then I carried her the last two steps—still eating her with slow, torturous licks—and laid her down on the edge of the mattress.