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“Oh no, Baby. It isn’t time yet.”
I catch her lips in a searing kiss, the need to taste her overtaking every other desire. She moves her lips with mine in perfect synchronization, like she had been waiting for me to do this all along. Her mouth parts open at the first trace of my tongue against the seam of her lips and I slip inside her. Our tongues move together as she presses her body even closer to mine. Desperate to get even closer than we are.
Our kiss is everything that my touch in her cunt is not. Wild, reckless, passionate. Completely consumed by need with no room for control.
She moans into my mouth and I’ve never tasted anything sweeter, but I refuse to give her what she wants. I pull away from our kiss, panting with her. “I want your pussy weeping for me before I let you finish.”
She gushes and clenches around me and I chuckle. “Dirty girl likes dirty talk.”
I drop to my knees in front of her. “Lift your dress up,” I command at the same time as I tap her foot with my free hand. The whole time, keeping up the lazy thrusts of my fingers. She’s quick to follow directions, spreading her feet further apart as she lifts the skirt of her dress up. “Higher,” I say. She hesitates, looking around before giving me what I want and fully exposing herself to me.
Fuck, I’ve never seen a prettier pussy.
“Good girl,” I growl, a rumble of approval working through my chest. I add my thumb to the mix and press it against her clit with each movement of my fingers. She gasps, and her body spasms, making me grin. She grows even wetter around my fingers, beginning to drip down. Perfection.
I grow achingly hard as I watch my fingers move in and out of her tight cunt. I’ve never seen anything quite as perfect as this. “You take it so well, dirty girl.”
A moan slips past her lips and I reward her by increasing the pace of my movements.
She bucks her hips. “Such a needy little slut my girl is,” I murmur, entranced by the evidence of her desire dripping down her thigh. Her knees begin to shake and her hand finds my hair and tightens around my curls. I groan and press against my dick, needing some type of relief from the building ache. “Show me how bad you want it,” I taunt her, knowing she’s past the point of coherent thought, too lost in her own need for release.
“Please, Hudson,” she pleads, moving her hips faster. I thrust my fingers in and out of her, almost violently as she begs for more and more. She starts to tighten around them and I can feel how close she is, can see her arousal dripping down my arm and her legs. I press my thumb against her clit and work it against her as I thrust in and out of her until she clenches and moans my name. I’ve never heard a sweeter sound.
I don’t stop, continuing the movement against her clit and in her pussy as I coax her through her orgasm, forever locking the image of her spread open in front of me, eyes closed in bliss, mouth open in a moan in my mind.
Her body sags in relief and I slip my fingers out of her, but I’m not quite done yet.
I lean forward before she has a chance to come to her senses and lick her up inner thigh, cleaning her come up with my tongue. I close my eyes in satisfaction as I get my first taste of her. It isn’t enough. Couldn’t ever be enough.
Her fist tightens in my hair, pulling me up. I chuckle, a grin already firmly in place as I meet her face to face. “Did you really think I was going to let come as sweet as yours go to waste?” I emphasize my point by licking up her arousal that dripped down my arm. Her eyes dilate as she watches me, even as her cheeks turn a bright red.
“Want a taste?” I ask, but before she can even answer, I’m slipping my wet fingers into her mouth. She sucks them in, wrapping her wicked tongue around my fingers to tease me. I groan and press my hard as fuck dick against her. Her eyes light up as she feels what she does to me and slowly moves her head back off my fingers, releasing them with a loud pop.
This girl has got me fucked up six ways to Sunday.
“I taste really good on you,” she purrs, delight and wonder sparkling in her eyes, as she drops her hand to my erection and brushes over it.
The hiss I let out is one I couldn’t keep back and when she leans close and whispers, “I wonder how you taste,” I feel like I am about to explode in my pants. “Let me make you feel good.”
She moves to drop to her knees, but I grab her arm in the biggest act of restraint I’ve ever shown. “Brielle, stop.”
Her smile is infectious and almost depraved as she replies, “But I want to. I want to taste what I have been dreaming about for years.”
Fuck. She is killing me, but I can’t. I have already crossed a line with her and if I go any further I will never want to let her go.
I pull her up and press her against the tree. “You can’t taste me, Baby B, you can’t even touch me, because if you touch me I’m gonna wanna make you mine, and you already belong to someone else.” I don’t know what hurts more, the words I am saying, or the look on her face as she hears them.
My thumb swipes across her swollen lips where I just kissed them raw. The taste of her imprinted into my soul. I will never forget what her tongue feels like against mine, so perfect, so right, but also so wrong. She isn’t mine, I always knew she wouldn’t be, but I never thought I’d lose her the way I did. She chose Carson, she probably lost her underwear earlier to Carson.
What the fuck am I even doing?
A tear escapes her eyes before she can even bother hiding it and I use my thumb to swipe that up too. “Come on, Sunshine, I’ll walk you home.”
She doesn’t bother saying anything in response, just stumbles from the tree, righting her dress, and heading in the direction of her home. I follow closely behind, catching her a few more times when she almost falls to the floor, but still she ignores me. That magical moment we shared earlier, the moment where she was mine, saying my name, coming on my hand, it’s gone, and I don’t think we will ever get it back.
The walk back to her building is short and tense, but there is no way I would have left her to do it alone, it’s not safe out here. When we get inside she freezes, staring at her surroundings as if she would rather be anywhere else, but when she stumbles again I grab her.
I curl my arm around her and help her. “Let’s get you in bed.”
