Pussy ala mode

“What are you doing, Isabella?” he asked, his voice deep and husky.

“Stress management,” I smirked, unfastening his belt with an unbelievable amount of confidence.

“I’m pretty sure I told you that you have the night off,” he said, scooting his chair back a bit to give me more room to work with.

“You did.” I unzipped his pants and laid the flaps of his pants open as I planted open-mouth kisses along the bulge just under his Calvin Kleins.

Justin ran his fingers through my hair and then cupped my chin, lifting it so that I met his gaze. “If you keep that shit up much longer, I’m not going to be able to stop you.”

“Then don’t,” I said, dipping my head down to continue my previous actions.

He pushed his chair back further until he was just out of my reach. “Not until I’ve had my dessert.”

Without warning, he lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the table, pushing the dinner dishes back. His hands were on both of my knees as he spread my legs and pulled himself closer. Then he moved them up my thighs slowly, dipping under the hem of his shirt and pushing it up along the way.

We both watched as he revealed the nakedness that lie beneath and I gasped when I heard a feral growl from deep in his chest. I had always kept myself sufficiently groomed in that area because…well, you just never know when you might end up in some sort of freak accident and someone might have the need to see something down there. And let’s face it, freak accidents where I was concerned wouldn’t be all that freakish at all.

He licked his lips as he ogled my cooch, and then he finally averted his eyes to mine. “I’m sure you won’t mind if I just kiss this and make it all better.”

Without waiting for my response, he spread me wider and began to suck the skin on the inside of my left thigh.

“Um…Justin?” I started in a shaky voice.

“Hmm?” he hummed as he continued to work his way up my thigh.

“Do you really think that the dining room table is the best place to do this? I mean, it can’t be very sanitary.”

“I eat all my meals at the table,” he mumbled against my thigh.

I suppose he had a point and I probably wasn’t going to win the argument, even if I really wanted to. Besides, it didn’t even matter because by then, he’d reached my center and his nose was nuzzling my love nubbin’. I felt his tongue run along my folds and I grabbed onto the hair of his head.

“You smell so good, Isabella. And you taste even better,” he moaned against my pussy. Then his hand ran along the underside of my right thigh and he lifted my leg, draping it over his shoulder.

I watched as his tongue continued to lick at my center and then he captured my clit with his lips and sucked chastely before flicking it with his tongue. He looked up at me and winked while his serpent-like tongue sped up, and a pleasure like I’ve never known shot through body and my head dropped back.

“Look at me,” his husky voice said. “I want you to watch me feed on you.”

“Oh God,” I groaned, lifting my head to watch him as he ordered.

First one and then another finger disappeared inside me and he moved them in and out while the fingers of his other hand spread my lips apart and he sucked my clit into his mouth. Then he pushed his fingers all the way in and curled them back and forth, and I couldn’t help the pornstar-like moan that came from somewhere in the back of my throat.

“Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” he asked and then flattened his tongue out, taking a long lick from my opening to my clit where he resumed his suckling.

“That’s…sweet Jesus…so amazing,” I groaned through heavy pants.

My chest was heaving and my grip on his hair tightened as I pulled him toward me with each grind of my hips into his face. He hummed in appreciation, apparently approving of the fact that I was showing him what I liked most.

His fingers left my opening and I whined in protest, but when he revealed that same hand again, I saw that he had a spoon full of ice cream in it. He smirked and then dropped a small dollop of vanilla ice right on my clit. I gasped at the chilling sensation against my overheated nub and nearly lost all control I had. Justin bit down on his bottom lip as he watched my reaction and then surged forward, roughly devouring my pussy and licking it clean of the sweet cream.

A coil was beginning to tighten in the pit of my stomach and I recognized it from the finger fuck-a-thon from the bath the other morning. Every muscle in my body began to tighten and my thighs were involuntarily trapping his head between them. Seriously, it was like my puss had morphed into a Venus flytrap, unwilling to let the fuckawesomeness that was Justin Bieber’s face escape.

Justin sucked harder on my clit and then shook his head back and forth, which just about sent me over the edge, but then he buried his face as close as he could between my legs and licked, sucked, moaned…hummed. His fingers moving in and out, curling back and forth…I couldn’t take it anymore. Feeling him…seeing him…hearing him. It was too much. Like sensory overload or some shit like that.

My whole body tensed as the coil finally sprang free and my eyes squeezed shut. Blue and black spots flickered behind my eyes as I bit my bottom lip and moaned out my orgasm. Wave after wave pulsated through my body as Justin continued to lick and suck. When the intense pleasure finally subsided and my body relaxed, he stopped and looked up at me, licking his lips.

“There. All better?” he chuckled with the sexiest grin on his face.

“Mhm,” I barely squeaked out, nodding my head like only an idiot could.

He sat back in his chair, remnants of the ice cream and my juices glistening on his chin. I was so mortified that I actually fucking blushed. I mean, that much wetness can’t be normal, can it?

“Pussy a la mode, my favorite,” he hummed and then grabbed his napkin, wiping his mouth and chin.

Credit: Secret 


  1. bellaqueenofsoulslovely reblogged this from mydirtybiebersecrets and added:
    These are the times I love the fact my name is Isabella
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