The Spark

Plum

I feel myself getting wet. My eyes droop. I bite my lip and stifle a moan. I don’t want to give in.

Not just yet.

I kinda want him to work for it, I think.

“This feels so good, right? Tell me what you want, Plum. I want to make you scream! Your pleasure is my pleasure, remember?”

No sound comes out. I am totally speechless.

He does not wait for an answer and cups my covered mound, all the while squeezing the life out of one of my breasts. He puts one in his mouth and that moan I’ve been holding in escapes, and he smiles.

He licks his fingers and takes them to rub my pussy through my panties, his palm torturously slow, and he hums in appreciation when he feels how wet I am.

This man doesn’t waste time. He moves my now soaking wet panties to the side, pushing two fingers into my pussy hole, making me gasp for air—I didn’t expect that.

I hold on tight to his shoulders for support, but I also can’t help caressing his neck and the back of his head. I can’t fight him anymore. I’m losing all composure.

He plunges his fingers in and out mercilessly, stroking his thumb on my clit.

My breathing is erratic. I move to face him and bite his lower lip. He kisses me back passionately and licks my lips. He shoves his tongue in my mouth again as if he owns it.

Ohh! What a big tongue he has. All the while he’s been slowly circling his two fingers around my hole, stretching it while pumping slowly, readying it for him.

“You’re so tight, baby. I need to open you up for me more…”

I’m in trouble now.

He shoves three fingers.

“Ahhhh!” I scream.

I can’t help it. I don’t want to hold back. I grind on his fingers, letting him know I want him to finger fuck me faster. He nibbles on the sweet spot on my neck.

“You don’t know how much you turn me on when you take control like that. I just want to claim you and fuck you all over.” His voice is now groggy. He’s also panting as well and he sounds delicious.

I nod too quickly, making him chuckle.

He continues slowly moving around my pussy walls, making me gush. It’s like he’s looking for something.

He stops, pulls out, and pushes his fingers in his mouth and then mine. We both moan in pleasure.

He goes back down and shoves his two fingers deeper; he rubs my clit with his thumb and moans in appreciation because he found what he was looking for.

My sweet spot.

“Ohhhhhh,” I moan.

“Yes, that’s it, love. You know I usually take my time with you, but today we’re going to have to be, ahhhhh, quick.”

He keeps thrusting and hitting my sweet spot—oh, what big hands he has! I pulse around his fingers, and my pussy hole starts to milk his fingers for all they're worth.

He growls, picks me up, and pins me against the wall. He continues to hike my dress up, bunching it up at the top, and I start to help him. (I'm a dumbass, right?)

He looks at me all over in appreciation. “So many parts to kiss and bite, so little time.”

I won't lie to you—being analyzed like that made me feel awkward, but after those words, my confidence skyrocketed, and I gave him my naughty smile.

He bows down to kiss me. “That's the Plum I know and love. Hmmm, now open your legs for me. I need to taste you...bad, baby.”

Without wasting any time, he helps me by pushing my leg up onto his shoulder. At this time, he is on his knees. He grabs my ass and pulls me closer. “I can't wait for the mess we're going make.”

More wetness comes gushing out. I swear, my body is officially a traitor.

I lie back on the wall, panting, patiently waiting for his tongue assault.

He rips my underwear.

“Hey!” I yell. “What the fuck? I really like that underwear.”

He laughs. “It's mine now. It's a down payment for making me miss you so much. Look at how beautiful this pussy is—by the way you smell amazing.”

He looks at me one last time with love and adoration in his eyes. He slowly starts to smile. I'm mesmerized by his amber eyes.

He disappears down below.

I feel delicious pressure—goodness me, my whole body starts to tingle. My eyes roll back, and I moan for him, calling his name.

He pumps his fingers in and out and gradually increases his speed. With his other hand he spreads my pussy lips and nibbles on my clit.

“Oh, Damien!” I hope he remembers how loud I can get.

He starts to lick my clit mercilessly, over and over, creating patterns on it.

“Ah, Damien…”

I feel more wetness gushing out and rolling down for him to lap up. He licks some of it and spits it back on my clit. I arch my back and hold on to his head, shoving my pussy in his face.

He welcomes it and swallows my pussy lips and clit whole.

I tighten up everywhere—the knot in my tummy is relentless.

Everywhere else he licks tenses up. My thighs are on fire, shaking, reminding me only he can make me feel this way. Sigh.

“I'm close, Damien…”

“I know, baby. Do you want to come over my face? I don't mind licking every drop. Yeah... Come on my face, hmmm.

“I can feel you sucking the life out of my fingers. I bet you wish it was my fat dick you were milking, don't you?”

I am a sucker for dirty talk.

He pumps his fingers even faster, and I see stars. My legs are moving of their own volition. One more thrust and lick, and I instantly came!

Every part of my body was shaking. I felt a sensation moving from down below going up to my tummy and then my chest, and I screamed till my voice choked on my saliva.

I came down from my high and found him licking the rest of my cum. I squirmed—I was so sensitive now.

Then we hear voices. Oh no!