Page 108 of Fierce-Gabe


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There was so much wetness between her legs that she was glad the blanket was under her.

He moved to the other breast when her eyes landed there to see the messy mixture that had been spread over her.

He spent so much attention on her breasts that for the first time in her life she thought she was going to come from that alone.

She was squirming so much under him, trying to rub and grind against his thigh, that he got the hint.

She thought for sure he was going to get the condom when he moved back, but he picked the pie up instead, ran his finger through it and then to her shock, dropped it on her swollen bud.

“Oh shit,” she said, never expecting that.

The coolness of the food set her hips lifting up involuntarily.

It was like a sign for him.

“Oh, my bad. Guess it missed my mouth. Need to clean it up before my hand gets slapped for being messy.”

It was the only warning she had before his head went down and he started to lick her as he had her nipples.

“Make sure you get it all,” she said. “I don’t want to find any hidden bits later on.”

“Not a problem,” he said. “I can be very thorough cleaning when I want to.”

When his arms went under her thighs and he lifted her up and then spread her wide, he wasn’t kidding.

His tongue was licking up and down the length of her.

He was making sucking and slurping noises and since she was watching him, she didn’t think it was to get her attention as much as he was gorging himself and wanting every single drop of flavor he could get.

His lips went back to her bud, he bit down as if he was chewing and the orgasm slammed into her unexpectedly.

It was hard.

It was fast.

It was intense.

She gripped his head to keep him in place because there was no way she wanted him to move from that spot until every pulse in her body was done throbbing.

It felt as if he was going on for minutes when she was positive it might have been less than ten seconds.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“What?” she asked.

“You’re breathing so hard I’m not sure if you’re going to hyperventilate.”

“I might. Holy shit,” she said.

He was grinning at her. “That might be the best slice of pie I’ve ever had.”

“You said that earlier.”

“I mean it more now.”

“I guess we have to find out if I feel the same way.”

She scooted out from under him, nudged him on his back and then picked up the container and scooped up a big dollop of pie filling with her finger.

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