Page 91 of Breaking Hollywood

“Get that pussy here. Now.” I beckon with my finger.

She walks up the bed and lowers to her knees on either side of my head. And I don’t waste any time. I grab hold of her hips and pull her down, straight onto my mouth.

She groans, falling forward, holding on to the headboard.

I lick a path down her clit to her pussy, and I plunge my tongue inside.

A desperate, feral noise falls from her mouth.

I slide my hands to her ass. I’m itching to slip a finger between her ass cheeks and into her ass. I want to be inside every part of her. But it’s our first time together, and I don’t know where she stands on anal play. I don’t want to fuck this up, so I keep my hands where they are, and I focus on fucking her pussy with my tongue.

Then, I move upward, and I start to work on her clit. Licking and sucking on it, teasing it with light grazes of my teeth.

She’s whimpering and chanting my name. Her hands come off the headboard and cup her breasts, her fingers playing with her nipples.

God, she’s so fucking hot.

I tip my face back and stare up at her. “I want you to fuck my face, Ava. Go wild.”

Then, I plunge my tongue straight back inside her.

She cries out. Her hips move, riding my face, taking what she wants. It’s such a fucking turn-on.

It’s less than a minute before I feel her movements get frantic, her muscles tightening around my tongue, and I know she’s close.

She screams my name and bears down on my face, coming hard.

I keep licking her until her body is shaking. Then, I lift her off my face and move her backward, placing her on my body, straddling me.

Her head is on my chest. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

“You okay?” I press my lips to her hair.

She lifts her head. Lust blazes in her eyes. She brings her mouth to mine and kisses me.

“I want you inside me,” she whispers.

“Unbuckle my shorts,” I tell her.

She moves quickly down my body. She unbuckles the belt on my shorts, undoes the button, and pulls down the zipper.

She glances back at the boot on my leg. “How are we going to do this?” she asks.

We either take the boot off—and ain’t no one got time for that right now—or I fuck her with my shorts on.

Shorts, it is.

“You’re gonna have to ride me, baby. Pull my shorts to my knees, and then hop up onto my cock.”

I slap her ass, and she laughs, shaking her head.

“Sure thang, sugar.”

She shifts to the side, pulling my shorts and boxers to my knees, and I lift my ass to make it easier.

“Oh my,” she says, looking at my cock.

Damn straight, baby.