“I’m going to devour this pussy.”
“But what about you? I want you to feel good, too.”
I shake my head, already running my nose through her arousal, inhaling her addictive scent.
“I’ll live.” I suck on her clit, releasing a gasp from her lips. “But if I don’t eat your pussy right this second, I might die.”
She giggles, liking my answer as her back arches off the bed.
My tongue flattens lapping up all her sweetness. I suck and swirl just how she likes it, sinking my fingers in and curling them to hit the right spot. I know her body like it’s my own
“Yes,” she hisses. “Just like that.”
Her hips move, grinding her soaking pussy against my tongue and I bury my face deeper, flick my tongueharder.
She grabs onto my hair, pulling it painfully, and my cock jerks.
I love it when she’s greedy, when she just can’t stand it and has to chase her pleasure.
“Such a good boy,” she praises.
Her words only further encourage me.
The more I drown between her thighs, the louder she gets.
“Shhh,” I tell her before giving her clit a light nip.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “It’s too much.” She gasps. “It’s too good.”
Pulling back, I keep my fingers inside her, the cool air brushing my soaked face.
“Put a pillow over your face now or I won’t let you come.”
She laughs softly, her skin flushing pink. “So commanding.” Reaching behind her head, she places one over her face.
“Good,” I tell her. “Bite the pillow, querida mía. No one gets to hear you scream but me.”
I push her thighs farther apart, and eat her pussy like a I’m starved. Swiping my tongue at her center, circling her clit, lapping up every drop pouring out of her. Soon, she’s shaking, thighs trembling against my palms, back bowing. She’s so fucking beautiful when she comes, I can hardly stand it, and wish more than anything we were in our bed so I could sink my cock in her.
Her muffled cries are still loud, but I don’t give a fuck. They’re the best damn sound, and knowing I’m the cause gives me a surge of pride.
As she’s coming down, she lies there, boneless and satisfied, her chest heaving. So fucking sexy.
Eventually she removes the pillow, tossing it aside. She looks at me, her smile spent and satiated.
“You good, Ellie girl,” I ask, biting my smile.
She sighs, stretching her naked body like a cat. “So good.”
CHAPTER 49
Elyse
ALMOST FEEL NORMAL
PRESENT
“Which one? Sage or celadon?”
