Page 124 of Double Puck

"Mm-hm." I slide two fingers into her, curling them exactly where I've learned she needs them, and her head drops back against the pillow with a thud. "Insane about this pussy. Sweetest thing I've ever tasted, Darce. I'd order it off every menu in this hotel."

"Don't—ah—don't talk about menus while you're—"

I suck her clit between my lips and she stops forming words entirely.

It doesn't take long. It never takes long in the morning, when she's warm and soft and hasn't had time to build the walls back up.

Her hips start riding my mouth, her hand fisting in my hair, and I work her with my tongue and fingers until she's trembling, until her thighs start that telltale shake.

I pull my mouth away from her clit just as she's about to go over, and she makes this desperate sound that I feel in my bones.

"Where are you going?"

"Not far."

I trail my lips down, kissing the inside of her thigh, then the other, taking my time. Her skin tastes incredible, and when I reach her tight little ass, I press my tongue flat against it.

She inhales sharply. "Beck—"

I lick along the edge of her asshole, and her whole body jerks like I've hit a live wire.

"Oh my God."

"You like that, baby?"

She answers by spreading her legs wider, one hand already sliding down her stomach toward her clit.

I watch her fingers find it, circling slowly, and I almost come from the sight alone. Darcy Madden, perfect polished princess, touching herself while I lick her ass. This is not a moment I ever expected to have, and I'm committing every detail to memory.

"Good girl," I murmur against her skin. "That's it. Don't stop."

She doesn't. Her fingers keep working her clit while I lap at her back entrance, tasting the salt-sweet mix of her arousal. Her breathing gets ragged, her hips pressing back against my tongue.

I watch her other hand slide down, one finger teasing her entrance before pushing inside her tight pussy.

"Fuck, Darce."

She moans, low and broken, her finger moving in and out while I keep working her ass with my tongue.

"Add another," I tell her.

She does. Two fingers now, sliding into her own pussy, and I'm so hard it's almost painful watching her fuck herself while I eat her every inch.

I pull back just long enough to line my thumb up with her ass, pressing slowly. She gasps, her fingers still moving inside herself, and I press my thumb in alongside them.

We find a rhythm together. Her fingers inside her pussy, my thumb in her ass, both of us moving in tandem. Her walls clench around me, around herself, and the sound she makes is pure wrecked pleasure.

"That's it," I growl. "Feel how full you are. Feel us both inside you."

Her fingers speed up. Her breath catches. I feel her getting close, her whole body tightening like a bowstring.

"Beck—Beck, I'm—"

"I know, baby." I groan against her. "Give it to me. Come on my tongue."

I drop my mouth back to her clit, sucking hard, and she shatters.

She comes with a cry that I can't understand, her fingers still buried inside herself, her ass gripping my thumb, her hips grinding against my mouth like she can't get enough.