Page 9 of The Wrong Reciprocation

Arturo slapped both of her cheeks before extracting his tongue from her hole.

“Fuck!” he groaned, as he pumped his hips, fucking her mouth with sporadic, shallow thrusts.

Lifting from his dick with a pop, Twyla shot him a teary-eyed glare over her shoulder.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

Breathing heavy, Arturo gaped at her, eyes wide and excited.

“My…apologies,” he breathed before looping his arms over her thighs and pulling her ass back against his face.

Twyla yelped when he sucked her clit into his mouth, then arched her back and moaned deep. She’d made a grave mistake. They should’ve taken turns. Or maybe she should’ve been the nine instead of the six and let him fuck her throat so she didn’t have to split her attention between giving and receiving. Because as it were, the way he had his face buried in her ass made her want to focus all of her energy on that, the dick pressed against her cheek be damned.

Dropping her head to his thigh, she clutched his thigh and cried out. He wasn’t playing fair and she really had no one to blame but herself. All she had to do was let him feast until his heart was content, but noooo. She had to taste that mushroom first. Just being greedy and selfish.

Bitch, stand up! Put the meat back in your mouth!

Her attempt at motivating herself to get back in the game was in vain. It was if her momentary weakness fueled him. He licked and slurped at her pussy, pistoned his tongue in and out of her, and flicked the tip of the muscle in his mouth against her clit with practiced perfection. The combination of sensations had her shaking and blubbering in no time. When he stuck the tip of his tongue inside of her ass mid-climax, all thoughts left her brain like a shaken Etch-A-Sketch. Her moans morphed into groans as she squealed from the unexpected sensation. Before she had a chance to evaluate how she felt about it, Arturo rolled them over until Twyla was on her back. Eyes crossing, she stared up at the ceiling and caught her breath.

Well, she attempted to catch her breath. Arturo sat back on his haunches, grabbed her at the waist, and flipped her around until they were facing the same direction. He crawled up her body and laid alongside her. Propped up on one elbow, he stared down at her, eyes roving her face, still hard dick pressed against her thigh. Licking her bottom lip, she stared right back at him, wondering what he was looking for. She didn’t have to wonder for long.

“How are you?” He asked.

“I’m,” she took and released a breath, “good.”

His expression didn’t change. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. He hummed.

“How do you feel about what just happened?”

A silly grin came upon her face. “Are you asking for a performance review?” The idea filled her with amusement.

At the slight tilt of his lips, it seemed Arturo was also amused by the suggestion. But then his expression grew serious again.

“I already know how you feel here.” He reached down to cup her pussy, sliding through her damp folds with his middle finger, eliciting another moan from her.

He moved to place the palm of his other hand on the center of her chest, in the valley between her pendulous breasts. “I want to know how you feel here.” Then he touched his index finger to her forehead. “And here.”

“I—” Talking about her feelings was the last thing she wanted to do right now. She reached for his hand and brought it to her mouth, slipping his middle finger between her lips and sucking her juices from the thick digit. His dick jumped against her thigh and her pussy clenched in anticipation.

She met and held his gaze. “In my head and my heart, I feel like I need you balls-deep inside of me.”

He narrowed his eyes at her and she might’ve wondered if she’d said the wrong thing, but she felt the way his dick pulsed at her words so his expression didn’t bother her. Biting her lip, she rolled onto her side, swung a leg over his hip, and pulled herself up. He brought his hands to her hips, steadying her as he went down on his back. Once she was straddling him, she leaned down to kiss him. His fingers danced along her skin as they trailed from her hips to her ass, squeezing and massaging the naked flesh. As their tongues danced, she rocked her hips against him, rubbing her soaking wet heat along his hardened flesh. With every swipe of her clit against the veiny surface she could feel herself getting closer to a second orgasm.

When he moaned into her mouth and bucked his hips, she wrenched her mouth from his and sat up. The need to have him inside of her had become overwhelming. Scooting back, she planted one foot on the bed and pushed up until she could reach down and grasp his dick in her hands. Before she could move further, Arturo brushed her hand aside, wrapping his hand around the base of his dick.

“Look at me, Twyla.”

Lifting her gaze from hips, she met his eyes. With one hand settled at her hip, he rubbed his flared tip along her folds once, twice, a third time before slapping it on her clit. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she arched her back.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Her eyes popped open and her gaze collided with his just as he positioned his dick at her opening. She held her breath, waiting for him to push inside of her, but instead, he brought his other hand to her hip and waited. She planted her hands on his chest and, with his help, eased down onto him. Twin moans echoed in the room as she sank down inch by glorious inch. Once he was fully seated inside of her, she paused, relishing in the sensation of finally being filled by him. Several moments passed of her not moving before Arturo dug his fingers into her hips.

“Twyla? Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”

Immediately, she shook her head. “Absolutely not!”