Ana Oliveira Part 3

" These breasts are killing me... — he whispered, brushing his lips against one while he wrapped his hand tightly around the other, causing a white liquid to spurt out. — Holy shit!
I moaned as he finally buried himself in my breast, biting, sucking, sinking in and pulling things out of me. Josiah looked like a monster, hungry, devouring me, delighting in the liquid he was sucking out of my body.
I gripped the sides of the counter, feeling like I could cum just with that perfect mouth devouring me, and then he let go of my right breast, sliding his hand down my belly, torturing me with the slowness it took until he finally sank his fingertips into my soaked clitoris.
" Oh, fuck, Ana! You're delicious...
He circled his finger in my pleasure center, moving his mouth up to my neck with caresses, brushing his nose against my lips. A feeling of being on the verge of madness overcame me as he stared into my eyes, panting and beginning to torture the swollen ball that was my clitoris. The rhythmic movements filled me with fire, making my belly throb, leaving me trembling, until a finger slid inside me, making the tension advance as he stimulated my clitoris while pumping his finger inside. I lost myself in that greenish sea, crazy, upset with that pleasure.
"Cum!" he ordered, as he began to invade me with two fingers and using his thumb to torture my clitoris, licking my lips.
The tension exploded through my body, making me arch my back in a scream full of desire, while his lips now did a wild dance marking my neck. My pussy exploded in a strong, heavy, delicious orgasm, gushing liquid all over the counter below me. I moaned, out of control, while the man responsible for my pleasure smoothed the strands of hair around my forehead, in such a loving way...
"Very good, Sweetie!" he praised, kissing my chin while I panted.
My whole body seemed relaxed, with beads of sweat all over my skin. I felt his fingers running over me, lovingly, while his face was soft, serene, and that made me feel a little peaceful.
I turned my head to the left side, where he was standing, noticing the movement of his other hand, which slowly slid the towel away from his body. It was very exciting to watch those large hands smoothing his huge, extremely thick penis, with veins snaking all over its length. My mouth watered, while my ex-boyfriend slowly brought his member closer to my lips, permeated by memories of our moments when there was no modesty or concern for breathing, while all that mattered was to shove that cock as deep into my throat as I could.
I raised my hand to touch that monument, but he grabbed my arm again.
"Don't touch, Sweetie," he warned.
I was disappointed, swallowing the saliva that filled my mouth, wanting to taste the moisture that ran through that pink, plump head.
"Put your tongue out!" he ordered, looking down at me.
And whatever he told me to do at that moment, I felt I would do. I obeyed, breathing through my mouth while I stared naughtyly into those eyes filled with dark desire. Josiah placed his penis on my tongue, sliding his hand over it. I couldn't resist, wrapping my mouth around his member and sucking that salty drop that escaped from it. The man then pulled his cock away from my lips, slapping me hard on the face, making my eyes burn.
"Don't touch!" he reinforced the order.
That was what I used to remember about the two of us, always so strong, deep, dense and full of violence. It was inexplicable how I was excited by that brutality. I looked back at him, taking a deep breath and feeling my cheek burning.
Sharply holding his gaze, I stuck my tongue out again, feeling him masturbate over it, hard, with desire. He moaned, staring into my eyes with desire, biting his lips without seeming to care about the pain it caused. I was startled when a hot jet kissed my lips, filling my mouth, dripping down my chin.
Josiah trembled on the tip of his toe, until he spurted the last drop of his semen. I swallowed everything he gave me, crazy with that flavor I missed so much. I slid my index finger over the white thread that dripped down my chin and licked it.
We stayed there for a while. I, lying on the counter, breathing deeply and staring at him. He, standing in front of me, with one hand resting on the counter, panting and seeming to wait for his heart to stop beating so fast.
I didn't know what I was feeling for him at that moment, but it had felt so good. I would regret it later. Josiah then began to walk away, smoothing his hair as he went to the bathroom. I sat on the counter, removing what was left of the shirt from my arms. I stared at the imageI felt the liquid that had gushed from my vagina on the counter, feeling my cheeks burn. He came back seconds later, carrying my black bag. He placed it on one of the stools and looked at me seriously. Then he bent down and picked up the black towel, placing it on my thighs. His expression was heavy, complex, and it told me almost nothing.
"Harry brought your bag this morning. You left it at the bar."
"That's okay..."
"Now, Ana..." he said, turning his back on me as he walked toward the bathroom, only glancing over his shoulder. "Get out of my house!"
I stared at the door he slammed in my face in disbelief. I felt a horrible humiliation wash over my body, tightening every muscle. Nauseated, disgusted with him and with myself, I wrapped myself in the towel and ran out of that place.