Author Note: I brought home several items from our trip to the Costume Shop, and I’ve been enjoying having Mike dress up, all month long. Hope you enjoy too! ~G

I take a deep breath before finally settling my hips just above Mike’s face. His eyes hold barely contained lust and desperation, and I know that if it were up to him, he’d already have his mouth on my glistening folds. He’s practically drooling at the sight of my slick cunt, pussy lips so wet they nearly drip with arousal, and he can’t wait to bury his face in and fuck me with his tongue. Though Mike may be all geared up and ready to start, I want to make something clear to him before we begin.

“Remember,” I say sternly. He tears his gaze away from my pussy at my tone. “You can only use your mouth. No touching.” Mike dutifully nods his head as best he can while trapped in between my thighs. Satisfied with his response, I lower my thighs down and settle directly onto his mouth. He immediately moans at the taste of my pussy, and the vibrations send shocks straight to my clit. I can’t help but lightly grind myself on his face, but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

Mike gives my clit a small lick before pulling it into his mouth, sucking roughly while flicking his tongue against it. From this position, I can clearly see just how much this is affecting Mike. His cock twitches and leaks precum while trapped in his tiny boy-scout shorts every time I grind harshly into his mouth, and his hips buck into the air when I reach back and pull his hair.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I moan, rocking my hips down on his mouth. My eyes close in bliss as I pull steadily on Mike’s dark curly hair. It’s at this moment does he raise his arms to hold my hips. I quickly glance down at Mike and smack his hands away.

“I said no hands.” But he only moans in response. It seems my harsh tone only spurs him on, because now he begins to eat me out earnestly. His tongue lashes against my clit before dipping into my tight, dripping pussy. I pant as I grind my hips on his face, a sheen of sweat covering my body as I let out choked moans. He thrusts his tongue into my spasming cunt, and I practically smother him with my pussy in retaliation. I know I’m getting close when I feel that familiar heat pool at the bottom of my stomach. I begin rocking against his face faster, whimpering quietly as I drip into his awaiting mouth. His hands once again move from his sides and attempt to reach your pussy, but you’re quicker than he it.

Instead of reprimanding Mike, I simply pin his hands against his own hairy chest. Now that he’s unable to move and I have leverage, I can ride his face harder than I had been before. Mike wraps his lips around my clit and slurps loudly, making me moan and grind down harder. His head is pushed deep into the mattress and my thighs clamp down on his face.

“I want you to make me cum,” I order. I throw a glance behind my shoulder to get a look at Mike. His eyes are closed and his eyebrows are pinched together in desperation as he redoubles his efforts to please me.

“That’s it,” I encourage, still holding down his hands against his chest as he sucks on my clit sloppily. His tongue dips into my pussy and curls directly against the spongey spot on my top wall.

“Fuck,” I can’t stop from moaning as his tongue and lips work perfectly against my pussy.

“Do it now, Mike. Make me cum.” I’m already so close, so when Mike pulls my clit into his mouth a final time and sucks harshly, that’s all it takes before I shatter. My mouth forms an ‘o’ shape as I let out a stuttered moan and cum right onto Mike’s face. He dutifully laps up every drop of my juices that spill onto his face and massages my clit with his tongue as he gently helps me ride out my intense orgasm.