“Your door is locked, right?” I ask, glancing toward the door.
God forbid her dad walks in while I’m face deep into his daughter’s pussy.
She laughs. “Yeah, I locked the door.”
“Good.” I smile.
Peppering kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and across her collar bone, her chest rises and falls as a low moan emanates from her lips.
“Greyson.” She says, almost like she’s begging for more.
And I give it to her.
My hands reach out, gliding along her skin until I’m at the waist band of her sweats. Tracing my fingers along her lower stomach, she gasps as I hook my fingers beneath the hem and pull them down her legs.
But, I make the stupid mistake of glancing down, and what I see is not what I excepted. “You’re not wearing underwear?” I announce, shocked.
“No,” she shakes her head. “Never do when I’m at home. Gotta let the girl breathe and all that.”
Chuckling, I lift her left leg up and place delicate kisses along her inner leg. Making my way up her thigh, I take a second to remember everything I learnt. And once my breath fans against her gleaming wet pussy, she gasps.
“Greyson, please.”
I look from her pussy to her face, and then back again. I haven’t even touched her, yet I can see her pussy glistening from the wetness.
This is because of me?
Do I really have this effect on her?
Why does that make my stomach feel queasy…in a good way.
“I want to taste you,” I confess, lifting my eyes from her soaking wet pussy to her face. “Can I?”
Leaning on her elbows, her eyes lock onto mine. “Please,” she breathes out, her chest rising and falling. “Please, Greyson.”
Standing from the bed, I grip her hips and pull her toward the edge before kneeling onto the carpeted floor. I’m acting like I know what I’m doing, but I don’t.
No amount of books I read, notes she’d given me, porn I’ve watched, or even articles I’ve looked at myself could’ve prepared me for this.
I keep my eyes locked onto hers as my tongue darts out and licks at her sweet pussy.
Her hips jerkinto my face and a low moan filters past her gorgeous plump lips.
Tasting her on my fingers after I finger fucked her last week was one thing but tasting her while my tongue is at the center of the sweetness,holy fuck…no words could describe how it feels.
I try to remember everything I read and watched, but my mind goes blank. So, I have no choice but to go in blind and pray I don’t fuck this up.
Licking from her slit to her clit, my tongue flicks at the swollen bud before sucking it into my mouth and releasing it almost instantly.
She cries above me as I suck, nip, and lick at her. I feel her hand snake into my hair, pulling hard, but I’m too occupied with devouring her to feel the pain that she’s causing me.
Bringing my fingers up, I plunge two inside her until I’m knuckles deep, curling them the way she begged me to last time.
“Greyson!” She moans, the grip on my hair tightening.
I grin into her. I fucking love the power I have over her. I love howmymouth being onheris causing this much pleasure for her. And my cock is jolting against my Sweats with every movement I make.
Continuing to fuck her with my fingers, I suck her clit in and out of my mouth, making sure to steal glances at her to see the look of pure euphoria on her face.
