“Whose pussy is this, baby?”
“Yours. All yours. Make me come.Please.”
He dragged the edge of my panties down. I raised my hips to help him get them over my ass, but I was also desperate to close the distance. Tossing the underwear to the side, I was completely bare for him, my pussy now at his eye level, and I wanted nothing more than for him to latch on to me like a fucking leech.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy, cowboy.”
With a featherlight touch, Reed danced his calloused fingertips up the insides of my thighs until they were at the edge of my pussy. He traced the seam at my hips, over the sensitive lips, tugging lightly to see how much I glistened, but he didn’t plunge his fingers in or touch my clit. It was like when the sun touched your skin on a hot day, it wasn’t physical but you could feel it just the same. The most sensual touch, and it was driving me fucking wild. It was a tease and a promise, and I could already feel myself unraveling. I couldn’t help writhing beneath him.
“If you keep doing that, you’re going to miss me coming on your face.”
Reed gave me a lazy, sweet smile that made my breath catch. “You think you can orgasm just by me skimming my fingertips along your skin?”
“With those hands, absolutely. But your mouth would make it ten times better.”
With a smile on his lips, he pressed a kiss right above my clit. And it fucking throbbed when his beard barely brushed across it. “I’m so fucking ready for you.”
He dragged a finger down my slit. “Yeah, you are. You’re fucking soaked.” He didn’t waste time, sliding in one finger, then two. I groaned, bucking against them. “Does that feel good, baby?”
“Fuck yes.”
“How about this?” He lowered his mouth then, covering my clit and letting his tongue flick across it while he twisted his hand so he could curl his fingers. The fullness of his thick fingers and the massage of them along my G-spot was enough to undo me.
“Yes,” I moaned, now involuntarily grinding against them. I buried my fingers into his hair, tugging at the roots, keeping him there while he sucked, the pressure already building.
His fingers continued their come-hither motion while his mouth suctioned on my clit and his tongue flicked.
“I’m going to come,” I said through heavy breaths.
He pulled his fingers out, causing me to whine in protest. “Now be a good girl and grind this pretty pussy all over my face. Soak me like we both know you want to.”
The tip of his nose dragged along the inside of my thigh as his tongue traced the outside of my slit until he could thrust it inside me. I was right on the edge, his fingers drenched with me, sliding across that sensitive bud while his tongue speared into me. Ihooked my ankles behind him, my grip on his hair becoming desperate while I ground my pussy against his mouth.
“Fuck, Reed.” I wanted to scream but held back, not wanting to wake up Penn. But he was driving me fucking insane. “That’s it. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
His fingers continued to circle and glide over my swollen clit, while the walls of my pussy throbbed and pulsed against his tongue, his lips and beard brushing against me, adding to the sensations. Just when I was about to fall over the edge, he pressed on my clit while his other hand dug into my hip to hold me there, letting me grind against his face and hand until the pressure broke, allowing me to flood his mouth.
I bit back a cry, my eyes fluttering closed while I held him there, and he let me ride it out. Even when I thought I was done, and I started to relax and come down from the high, he darted his tongue out one last time, his fingers dancing over my sensitive lips, causing aftershocks to ripple through my body.
It was so intense, I started to giggle. It was involuntary. I couldn’t help it. But it was either that or cry, and I didn’t fucking cry.
When my eyes finally opened to peer down at him, he was watching me with such wonder and awe, my breath hitched. God, this man was beautiful. I couldn’t get enough of him.
“Come here,” I said, pulling him by the arms. “I want to kiss you.”
His mouth glistened with me, but the last thing I wanted was to lose the connection right now because it felt so fucking good.
Reed lightly pressed his lips against mine, our tongues caressing, letting me taste myself on him.
“Don’t you taste like heaven?” he asked.
“I want to taste you,” I whispered into his mouth.
“First, I want you to come on my cock like the good girl you are for me. Then you can clean up your mess so you can taste us together.”
“Yes,” I nodded. He had me so compliant right now. He could say anything, and I would fold.
“I want to bury myself in this perfect pussy.”
