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“Th-This pussy.” Though I’d thought it, I wasn’t sure I’d ever said that word aloud before.
“Good. Now lie back. Get ready. You’re going to come.”
And as soon as his tongue hit my clit, I did.
Chapter Thirty–Four
Ryan
She tasted different. Even more delicious than usual. Or maybe it was the passion our emotion had aroused. I didn’t know, but I had to have her. Didn’t know what I’d have done if she’d sent me away.
Thank God she hadn’t.
Her climax happened quickly, more quickly than I’d expected. I shoved two fingers into her heat and rubbed at her G-spot, milking more and more orgasm out of her. She moaned, cried my name, and with each “Ryan” that came from her lips, my cock grew harder and my passion grew more intense.
And the anger, the need to punish, subsided.
I wouldn’t punish her. I would fuck her. I’d eat her and fuck her until I passed out next to her.
I’d lose myself in her tight little body, her tight little cunt, and maybe she could take the nightmare away.
I’d deal with the fallout later.
I removed my fingers from her pussy and replaced them with my tongue, alternating between sucking her slick folds and tonguing her clit. I pushed her thighs farther apart, attempting to go deeper and deeper into her heat. Wanted—no needed—to get closer. To taste the deepest parts of her.
Her pussy had never tasted so sweet. I devoured her as if she were my last meal, and when she claimed her second orgasm, I was rewarded with sweet nectar all over my lips and chin. Her moisture fueled my passions further, and I dived back into her heat.
She cried out, another climax imminent, and I smiled against her folds as I sucked at them. Again, I said inside my head. Again. Come again.
As if she’d read my mind, she shattered around me, and I forced my two fingers back inside, scissoring them, rubbing h
er anterior wall, trying to touch every part of her channel. Needed more. So much more.
“Again,” I said against her wetness. “Again, goddamnit. Come again.” I nipped at her clit.
“God!” she screamed. “No. Too soon. I can’t.”
“You can,” I said. “Come. Now.”
And again she unraveled, drenching me in her sweet cream. I lapped it up like a feline, still finger fucking her, still trying to touch her innermost parts.
But my fingers weren’t long enough. I needed my cock now.
But not until she came once more.
I sucked at her, ate at her, drove her to the edge until she tumbled over the precipice, her cries a sweet symphony to my ears.
I was still fully clothed, but I couldn’t take the time to undress. I unbuckled my belt, undid my jeans, and pushed them and my boxers over my hips. My cock jutted out, as erect as it had ever been. I shoved it into her swollen pink cunt.
Ah, God, sweet suction.
She cried out, her eyes squeezed shut.
I wanted to milk another climax out of her, but I couldn’t. Not now. Not when I needed my release so badly. A release inside her tight body.
A salvation.
I thrust and I thrust. I fucked her and I fucked her.
