Page 31 of False Flag

“Mission accomplished.” He kissed her, then shifted their positions so she was on her back and he was beside her. “Now, I need to taste you.”

She ran a hand over his jaw. “Please do.”

He kissed his way down her body and then settled between her thighs, staring down at her beautiful pussy. He ran a finger over her clit before moving lower and dipping inside her. Her wet heat enveloped his finger. He brought his finger to his lips and tasted her tangy arousal. He’d intended to play like this and tease her as long as he could, but he couldn’t stop with just that taste.

He leaned down and stroked her with his tongue, from vagina to clit. She bucked at the sensation. He settled in to suck and lick and taste, fingers and tongue exploring all of her with happy abandon.

Her fingers threaded through his hair. She moaned as he alternated between licking and sucking and bucked slightly when he slid his tongue deep inside her. His fingers replaced his tongue. His mouth focused on her clit while a finger found her G-spot.

He slowed down as he felt her getting close. He didn’t want to rush this. He licked her clit, enjoying the sounds she made as much as he loved the taste and feel of her.

He felt her ramping up toward orgasm again and paused to ask, “Do you want to come this way? Or on my cock?”

She let out a breathy pant and didn’t answer immediately. She twisted, reaching down, and wrapped her fingers around his penis and stroked. “Oh god. I want to taste you again, and then I want to come with you inside me.”

Before he could stop her—as if he would—she’d shifted to her side, urging him to kneel beside her, and her mouth was on him again.

He thrust into her as his fingers slid between her folds. The pleasure of her hot mouth as he touched her was exquisite. Perfect.

He was on the cusp and staying there.

Finally, he got too close and pulled back, sliding from her mouth and no longer stroking her pussy. “Condom.”

He left her side and grabbed the fresh box of condoms from his toiletries in the bathroom. He turned to enter the bedroom but paused and leaned against the doorframe and took in the incredible sight of Anastacia splayed naked on his bed.

He had a thousand questions as far as what brought about her change of heart, but he wasn’t dumb enough to ask them now. He would enjoy every moment of being with her and worry about what it all meant later.

“Fuck me, Jacob.”

A slow smile spread across his face. Every time she called him Jacob, she was baiting him to call her Anastacia. Because her full name from his lips drove her wild.

“I will, Anastacia. Lie back and spread your legs.”

She did, and he moved in, crawling up the bed until his mouth was on her pussy again. He tossed the box on the bed next to her and said, “Open it,” between licks.

She groaned, and he could hear her fumbling with the box as he thrust his tongue inside her and felt the soft skin of her swollen labia against his cheeks.

Her thighs tightened against his jaw. He stopped and raised his head. No way was she coming yet. “Hurry with the condom.” He leaned down and lightly traced her clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Yes. Please. Oh god.” She tugged at his hair. “Here.”

She slapped a condom packet to his forehead, making him laugh.

He rose up on his knees and took the packet from where it had fallen to her belly. He ripped it open and removed the latex ring, then slid it over his erection.

At last, he lowered himself to settle between her spread thighs. “You ready, Anastacia?”

“Yes. Hurry.”

He pressed the tip at her opening, then dipped the head in and slid out.

She whimpered. “Deeper. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He slid inside, feeling her tight heat close around him as he went deep. He held that position and leaned down and kissed her. “Good?”

“So fucking good.”

He rocked his hips. She groaned. He nearly lost his mind.