Chapter 2: Building Tension
Jamal's breath ghosted against Andrea's skin, as he trailed wet kisses down the curve of her spine. She shivered, biting her lower lip, anticipation building with every tingling sensation he stirred within her. His palm pressed against the small of her back, flattening her petite frame as his lips found their destination - the crease between her muscular buttocks.
He knelt behind her, slowly peeling away the last piece of fabric that separated their skin.
With her smooth, freckled buttocks bared to him, Jamal's hunger for the exquisiteness of her body reached its boiling point.
Andrea swallowed, a hoarse whisper that belied her raging lust, "Jamal, please—I want to feel you inside me."
His chuckle vibrated against the tender flesh of her ass, easily parted into the valley that craved him.
"Soon, baby, but I want to taste you first. You deserve so much more than a quick fuck."
Nervous giggles left her throat, the tantalizing vulnerability of his statement hanging in the air between them. She arched her back, giving him better access to the puckered hole barely visible between her cheeks.
Jamal dragged his tongue across the tight entrance, feeling her body tense and twitch with every pass. Soft gasps punctuated the silence, as the thrill of the forbidden overwhelmed her.
The room was consumed by a delicious tension in the air.
Jamal flicked his tongue around Andrea's puckered hole, relishing the quiver that pulsed through her thighs at the contact. He longed to bury his face there, worshiping the decadence before him like a long-afternoon prayer.
Jamal's tongue met every hitch of Andrea's breath, every soft whimper he drew from her lips. As he darted around the contours of her chasm, he could feel her slick wetness escape and seep down her thighs.
Her juicy cock swung from side to side, brushing against his stomach, bobbing with every sigh and groan. He grabbed the reddened erection and stroked it in unison with his tongue.
"Fuck, baby, I can't wait to feel you fill me up," she stammered, hips urgently grinding her sensitive flesh against his devouring lips. Her body betrayed her. How could such whore-ish pleasure be so wrong when he made her feel this good?
Her hips smeared Andrea's musk on Jamal's stubbled cheek as she growled, "I'm gonna cum, you filthy king! Keep tongue-fucking my sinful hole! Goddammit, make me explode!"
As he violated her with that slippery, sin-stained tongue, Jamal's mind melded with a devilish alter-ego.
This was the side of him that Andrea craved, like some anxious, gluttonous hound, desperate for discipline from the Alpha Pack Leader - her Alpha Pack Leader.
With a grimace of pleasure, he felt Andrea grip his hair, matching his wicked assault with a violent need of her own. She pushed back against his tongue, beasts grinding in primal lust. Their creative and hungry moans synced in the dim room like a well-measured tempo.
"Jamal, I'm gonna cum on your pretty fucking face," Andrea cried between desperate exhales.