Page 83 of Jameson’s Salvation

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he grunted when he felt the damp material of her panties.

“Oh, yeah, I’m wet. You just told me you fantasized about eating my pussy.”

“Fuck, don’t say pussy,” he growled.

“Why not? You say it.”

“Because you saying it is turning me on more.”

“What am I supposed to say? You talking about eating my vagina is hot? Or what about you eating my cunt? Though I will admit I don’t like that word. I prefer pussy. It sounds sexier. Cunt sounds like a dirty word.”

His head turned, and in an effort to make her stop talking about her pussy, he slammed his mouth on hers. Huge mistake. The sneaky vixen pushed her tongue passed his lips and his resolve snapped. He gently eased her to her back and his hand went under the material of her shirt, circling one nipple before he moved to the other and repeated the movement. Kennedy’s back arched when he cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger. Satisfaction bloomed when Kennedy moaned as he plucked at the hard nub.

His hand moved down over her stomach and over her panties until he stopped at the gusset and yanked it to the side. It would be easier if her panties were off but Jameson didn’t want to waste any time. His finger gathered wetness as he circled her clit. Kennedy’s hips bucked just like he’d imagined they would if it was his tongue flicking the bundle of nerves and not his finger.

“Don’t move,” he said, breaking the kiss. “Stay still or I stop.”

She nodded and he took her in. Eyes half-mast and full of lust and need, lips red and puffy from his kiss. Neck flushed—seeing it had him changing his mind.

“Sit up.” He pulled his hand away from her pussy and helped her take off her t-shirt and panties.

When she laid back down fully nude he had to take a deep breath and remember tonight was all about making Kennedy feel good. Giving her what she needed. His cock would stay safely inside his shorts—the downside of not wearing underwear was there was only one layer of material between them.

Jameson resumed their position but this time he spread her legs wide and came up on his elbow. One hand went back between her legs and his mouth descended to her nipple.

“Jameson,” she breathed.

He swirled his tongue harder and teased her pussy, running a finger up and down her slit.

“Please.”

The whine in her voice made him smile against her nipple. He gave her a hard nip and pushed two thick fingers inside of her.

“Holy…”

Kennedy didn’t finish her sentence, and with a stern reminder Jameson warned her to stay still.

“I can’t.”

“Then I’ll stop.”

“No. Don’t stop. I’ll stay still.”

Jameson worked his fingers in and out of her pussy and continued to lavish her tits with attention. He licked and sucked on every part he could reach.

When Kennedy’s hips started lifting again and her mews of pleasure were getting louder, he knew she’d had enough teasing.

He eased his body down onto hers and lifted both her thighs over his shoulders. He speared his tongue into her wetness and used his thumb to strum her clit.

“Jameson!” she shouted and ground her pussy against his face.

So fucking hot.

His hips pushed into the mattress, his cock throbbing to the point of pain. He knew he was going to come with her. He flattened his tongue and lapped up her excitement, then shoved his fingers back inside of her and sucked her clit until she screamed his name. Her pussy convulsed around his fingers and his balls started to tingle. He continued to fuck her with his fingers until the pulsing stopped.

Jameson quickly rolled to the side, yanked his shorts down his legs, came up on his knees between her splayed thighs, and took his cock in hand.

“Ohmygod,” Kennedy moaned.