Her gasp and soft “wait” force me to step back even though I just told her I wasn’t stopping. But I do. I pause for her. Grant her the opportunity I need—to get a hold of myself before I say fuck it and drive myself deep in those slick, tight walls.
Ember sits there on top of the desk, half-naked, blinking up at me as if a little lost. A hand lifts to her hair, then drops back to the top of her thigh as if she’s unsure what to do with herself. The same hand flutters between her legs, attempting to hide my shit from me. I didn’t think I could get any harder at that small, probably unintentional show of innocence. But shit, here we are.
“You good?” I rasp at her, my gaze dropping to that brown and pink bald pussy that glistens in the library’s weak light. “Move your hands.”
She hesitates, but then shifts them away, dropping them to either side of her legs. Swollen folds of the loveliest pussy I’ve ever seen are on display. Making my mouth water.
Gotdamn, I need a taste.
“What do you think you’re doing, carrying around that fat, pretty mu’fucka, Ember?” Shrugging out of my jacket, I let it fall and go for the buttons on my shirt. Impatient, I jerk at the sides and don’t even flinch at the sound of them hitting the floor. My skin is hot, my body is burning, and I need air and all that thick juice decorating her bottom lips to rub over me.
“Fuck, baby girl.” I shake my head like a ravenous dog. “How can you be so beautiful? Don’t make no gotdamn sense,” I murmur to myself.
Approaching her, I grip the back of her neck, hold her still as I stroke my free hand up her thigh and cup that pussy, grind the heel of my palm against her clit. She gasps again, arching tight and strong into me, pressing those gorgeous breasts into my chest. I need eyes and hands on those, too. I’m going a little crazy, desperate. Suddenly wishing I had more mouths and hands on deck so I could multitask. But just one dick. I don’tneed more than one because I don’t like to share. I’m a jealous mu’fucka.
Her sticky heat coats my hand, flooding it. Unable to help myself, I lift it to my mouth and lick all that fresh, sweet essence clean. The unparalleled flavor bursts on my tongue, and in one hit, I’m hooked. I’m addicted.
“You gon’ let me eat this pussy?”
She gives me a fervent nod of her head, and that’s all I need.
Releasing her neck, I fall to my knees in front of her, and glancing up her trembling thighs, rounded belly, and still-clothed chest, I meet the nerves in those pretty eyes. Still, she props herself up on her palms, and I don’t even have to say “get those eyes on me.” They’re already there.
Trailing a burning path up her leg from her knee to the crease where her torso and thighs meet, I bow my head and dive into heaven. Into hell. Into mine.
Her sharp cry echoes in the room as I swirl my tongue around her clit, then place an almost chaste kiss on it. That juicy button of flesh flinches, swells, and a rumble rolls in my chest.
“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. She knows me, ma.”
“Asad,” Ember whines, and I reward that pretty sound with a hard, long lick up her slit.
Ember screams, her ass clenching, lifting off the desk, and I hum my pleasure into her sex. Her body jerks, and I wrap my hands around her hips, holding her still.
“God, Asad, no. What? I don’t…” Words tumble from her in a frantic, frenzied free fall, and my dick jumps in my pants, demanding it have what my mouth enjoys. I’m fucking hurting, in pain from wanting to slide inside of her, to ease this ache that’s clawing at me, roaring at me.
Fuck her. Fuck her. Claim her. Mark her.
I’ve gone animalistic, and it ain’t shit I can do about it. But eat. And eat some more. Fire. With a groan that vibrates against her flesh, I taste, suck, and tongue her, leaving no inch of her unexplored. She writhes and twists, my puppet, my plaything.
My fucking everything.
Feverish cries punctuate the air, and I gently bite a fold, then suck on it hard. Fractured pleas caress my ears, and I rim her entrance with a fingertip. Then plunge a finger deep.
Her sex sucks at me, and damn, I knew she’d be tight, but this is almost ridiculous. I manage to wedge in one, working her, loosening her. Ember stiffens, her body going taut and not out of pleasure. I know the difference. When I glance up, her eyes are squeezed shut, her eyebrows drawn tight in a pained frown.
“Relax, ma,” I urge. “Relax and let me in.”
It’s either been a long time or whoever she called herself being with wasn’t hitting it right. Gradually, her muscles loosen, and I push her legs wider apart. I withdraw my finger, then dip back inside her, trailing a caress along the sensitive skin connecting her sex and ass. She moans, going still again, and I shush her. After some coaxing, I get inside her, and with a groan at the extra-small, extra-tight fit, I latch on to her clit, tonguing it, French-kissing it.
“Oh God, please,” she begs.
“That’s it,” I praise, continuing to thrust in and out of her, getting her good and wet and messy. “You tight as fuck, baby girl. Somebody ain’t been hitting it right. But that’s aight. I’m about to take care of that.”
Her thighs shake around my ears, and I hook my finger, rubbing the tip against that spot high within her. And she explodes, splinters.
Not giving her any time to recover, I grab at my pants, jerking and shoving until they pool at my feet. Kicking them away, I move forward between her legs and cup them, hiking them high to ride my waist. My breath heaves in my chest, my heart a primal drum against my sternum as I notch my dick at her entrance.
“Asad, wait.” Ember splays her fingers wide against my bare chest, and I push them away, focused on burying myself inside this pussy, this woman who has tormented me for years. But she cups my face, forcing my head up to meet her eyes. “Asad, I need to tell you the truth. I…” She swallows, and both impatienceand tenderness well within me. “I haven’t done this before. I’m a virgin.”
