I want to tell him not to bite me, but the words are stuck in my throat.
His movements begin to speed up, his dick almost vibrating as he drills me.
His tongue licks my balls again then he catches the skin there between his teeth.
And I'm gone.
My body arches as much as possible in this position.
I think I take him with me as my ass muscles clamp around him.
I think he's yelling my name.
I know I'm yelling his along with a string of profanities.
My cock empties on my lips, and Edward moves one hand to milk me.
I feel dazed as he leaves my body, and untangles my limbs.
I come around to Edward, kissing my face and stroking my hair.
"Holy shit, baby!"
I grin and cup his cheek. "Ditto!"
He's lying next to me, his head turned to me, a huge smile on his face.
"So, how did the interview go?" he wonders.
"I sucked."
"You did suck." His smile widens.
"I was rubbish," I correct myself. "I was a mass of nerves, my brain was turned to mush, my phone was vibrating against my dick. It was awesome!" I grumble sarcastically.
"Ouch. Poor baby." He kisses my lips.
"What did you have in mind before I mentioned my apparent ball-biting skills?" I laugh.
"Oh, it involved me getting my ass drilled against the headboard."
"I'm a very good boyfriend." I wink and roll him on his back. "We'll change your scenario a little. I'll pound you into the mattress. Do you have any objections?"
"Wear that plug, baby. It feels so fucking good."
"You got it." I slap his ass then grab the plug he used and rush to the bathroom to clean it.
