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“Fuck,” she moans, nodding once and I drop to my knees, lips against her right knee. The thin fabric is so breakable, delicate like my mermaid, and I carefully push it up to her hips with a gentleness that betrays the demonic thirst inside me.
I want her juices on my tongue. Drying on my skin.
Slowly, I nip her knee and then higher, sliding my tongue over the soft skin of her thigh. She’s heat and temptation, and I inhale deep the sweet scent of her arousal, let it calm me.
It’s a natural decadence that makes my mouth water and cock harden, throb behind the zipper of my pants. I can feel each bead of pre-come as it beads at the tip and then rolls down the underside while making a mess of the fabric.
I’m not wearing any underwear.
I want this torture. Deserve it.
“Spread your thighs, sweetheart. Let me taste you.” She does so, careful with her shoe not to dirty my jacket. I could give less than a fuck if the heel tear the expensive garment. “Wider.”
“I’m trying not to…oh God!” Amberlyn yelps when I pull her closer to the edge and throw both legs over my shoulder. Beautiful.
She’s wearing white silk, the gusset clinging to soft lips, and right at the center is proof of her desire for me. The wetness pools there, soaking through and I don’t hesitate, pressing my nose against the nearly translucent fabric.
Inhaling deep. Reveling in her need.
“Fuck, Amberlyn.” A groan. A plea for mercy.
My mermaid’s always bare and pink. The edge of labia peeking from the edge of her panties is fucking mouthwatering—so soft as they rub over my lips while I shake my head from right to left.
Her body trembles. Thighs squeeze me.
I can’t live without her. Refuse to.
“Please.” That one word sends a shiver down my spine.
“Move it to the side.” Small fingers slide down her front while the other folds the front of the dress so it’s out of the way and not scrunched up. Flowy material out of the way, she looks up and catches my raised brow, lips hovering over her cunt.
“What?” Breathy. Nipples hard. “You’ll ruin it.”
“Show me your cunt, Sirenita.” Another hiss, this time as I watch two fingers slip beneath the edge. “Feed your papi.”
“They’ll be looking for us.” Even as the words leave her lips, she does as I ask, exposing her slick flesh to me. “We shouldn’t.”
“Yes, I should.” Owe you this. Not that I give her a chance to take in my words, my mouth lowers onto her wetness and I drag my tongue through her folds, groaning as her sweetness overtakes my senses.
I’m ravenous. Starved.
My patience is nonexistent, and I trace my tongue from slit to clit, nearly snarling as a sweetness uniquely hers caresses my senses. I’m lost to this ardor—a crippling thirst that dominates me.
Without Amberlyn knowing, I’m her puppet.
Tied to her.
The next pass of my tongue is rough, and so is the one that follows as I lose myself. All I understand is her softness and heat, the near painful throbbing of my cock. I eat her like the demon she’s created: licking and nipping—lapping up every single drop.
There’s no pausing to breathe or giving her a chance to catch her breath; I suck her bundle of nerves between my lips and flick the tip, watching how her chest rises and falls.
My mermaid is breathing hard.
Eyes on mine.
Teeth embedded into her bottom lip.
“Gorgeous,” I growl against her heat, slickness coating my lips and chin as another rush warms my tongue.
