Page 156 of Before You Fell

I seal my mouth over her again and slide my tongue flat across her clit learning what makes her hips fight my hands. Then I circle it with filthy little movements, feeling her thighs shake against my shoulders.

She moans. It’s long, broken, and loud enough that she’ll be embarrassed about it tomorrow.

Not a single fucking thing about this embarrasses me.

“Fuck,” she breathes.

“That’s my girl,” I murmur against her pussy, the words coming out before I can stop them.

She has always been mine. Every version of her. I’ve just spent years being too much of a pussy to say it out loud.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, hard enough to pull. “Don’t say that unless you mean it.”

I lift my head and meet her gaze.

“I mean it.” My mouth is wet from her and my voice is wrecked beyond repair. “You hear me?”

Her chest heaves.

I lower my mouth and suck her clit.

Her back arches off the bed.

I groan against her pussy, taking my time. I eat her pussy like a man with a debt to pay and no interest in leaving until the account is empty and she has nothing left to give.

My tongue moves over her clit in slow filthy strokes, learning the pressure that makes her hips chase me. Then I pull back just enough to make her work for it. I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, then flatten it out and drag it through her slow enough to make her curse. I suck her clit back into my mouth and hold it there, tongue flicking fast and relentless until her thighs are shaking on either side of my head and her fingers in my hair are pulling hard enough to hurt.

I let it fucking hurt. Pain has always turned me on.

I listen for the catch in her breath when I circle her just right. The sharp little inhale that tells me I’ve found something she didn’t mean to give away. The way her thighs tense before she tries to hold herself together.

I remember it all. I’m not leaving until I know every single piece.

“Let go,” I say against her pussy, lips brushing her clit with every word.

“I am trying to.”

“No.” I slide one finger inside her and her walls close around me like a fucking fist. She is so wet that my finger slides in easily and I have to clench my jaw against the groan that wants to come out because my cock registers the sensation and makes its desire known. “You’re trying to stay in control. Different thing.”

“You are so fucking annoying,” she says.

I add another finger. Curling them. Searching until I find the spot that makes her breath hitch and her thighs clamp around my head. Then I stay right fucking there.

Her pussy tightens around my fingers so hard I have to grind my hips against the mattress just to take the edge off. My cock is throbbing. It’s furious at being ignored.

I seal my mouth back over her clit and suck, while my fingers work inside her, curling and pressing, learning the rhythm that makes her hips roll against my face. I lick her slow when she gets close and speed up when she tries to chase it, because I want her absolutely out of her mind before I let her come.

Her breathing begins to break apart.

She pulls at my hair, hard, both hands now, fistfuls of it. She yanks my mouth tighter against her pussy as she fucks my face like she has forgotten every reason she ever had to be careful with me.

The sting of it makes me groan straight into her.

The vibration makes her cry out.

“That’s it,” I say to her, rough and filthy, meaning every word. “Give it to me, Wills. All of it. Every fucking piece.”

“Phoenix,” she gasps.