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When she whines again, I pull away to touch her pussy from behind.
"Oh god," she moans.
"Jesus, Laney. You're so wet." Her juices slick her bare slit and wet her thighs. She's warm, sticky honey. I stroke a finger down her slit, parting her folds for me. I touch every part of her then, unable to stop myself. Her clit is hard and swollen, her folds soft and warm. I jiggle her clit, making her cry out.
That sound…fuck, that sound. It's throaty and dulcet at the same damn time, musical almost. I want to hear it again.
"Sing for me, angel," I croon, playing with her cunt, pressing kisses all over her upper back. I slip one finger inside her, eager to claim that little hole. As soon as I do, my eyes threaten to roll back in my head. She's tight as hell and burning hot.
I can't wait to feel her around me, gripping me tight and milking the cum out of my cock. I'm going to be in her at every available opportunity, I already know it.
Her sweet smell swirls around me.
"I gotta taste you," I growl, dropping to my knees behind her. Traveling like we do for games, I've seen a lot of amazing things. Not a single one of them comes close to the sight of her pretty ass and juicy cunt in front of my face. My mouth actually waters.
I spread her ass cheeks and bury my face in her pussy from behind.
"Weston!" she cries out, shocked.
I hold her still, grunting in satisfaction when she parts her thighs, giving me more room to work. My tongue touches her slit, sliding through her folds. She tastes like she smells, like sweet honey. Jesus, there's no way I'm going to be satisfied eating her once. Eating her every day for the rest of my life won't be enough to satisfy me.
I circle her clit with my tongue, stiffen it to work it in and out of her little fuckhole, eating her like my life depends on it. It damn well might. Because if she doesn't fall for me, if I can't convince her to be mine, not just for today but forever, I'm going to be a miserable son of a bitch. I need her in my life. Not just because she tastes like heaven but because of her.
Her sweetness. Her sass and sarcasm. Her laughter. Those pink cheeks and the way they heat when she's feeling shy. The way she looks at me through her lashes and rolls those bright blue eyes at me. How adorable she is when she's mad, and how goddamn radiant she is when she's turned on. I need her in my life because she's quickly becoming the very center of it.
"This cunt," I growl against her pussy, nuzzling my face into her. "Jesus Christ, Laney. I'm going to fuck my name into this little thing. You're so goddamn beautiful here."
"Weston!" she cries, her thighs shaking. "I think…I think I'm going to-"
Ah, fuck. She's going to come on me.
I stiffen my tongue, thrusting it back into her tight little hole. I work it in and out of her, fucking her with it as she shakes. She's so damn tight and so close to coming, I feel her inner muscles fluttering against my tongue.
I press my thumb to her clit.
She screams as she falls over the edge into an orgasm.
I tighten my grip on her, trying to keep her from getting too far away as she rides my face, crying out my name over and over. Her juices drip down her thighs and my chin. I lap up every little bit I can, growling in satisfaction that I'm the one making her shake and tremble and plead for mercy and more all in the same breath. It's my face she's riding, my name she's calling.
She falls, sprawling boneless across the bed. I press a kiss to her clit, to her inner thighs, to her gorgeous ass, as I rise to my feet behind her, already working my shirt off over my head. My pants follow, my eyes locked on her. Her ass is still in the air, her thighs spread so her pussy peeks out at me.
As soon as I'm naked, I step up behind her, running my dick through her folds, wetting him with her juices. She moans, arching beneath me. God, I can't wait to fuck her like this, watch the way her ass bounces each time I thrust into her. But not yet. Her first time, I want to see her face. I want to look into those pretty eyes and see my future staring back at me.
When she's writhing beneath me again, I flip her over onto her back, settling her in the center of my bed. She looks like a heavenly sacrifice sprawled out against the black bedding. I stare at her for a long moment, memorizing her like this.
There's beauty in this world, and then there's Laney, naked on my bed. She's otherworldly perfection, making my heart pulse with emotion for her. It turns over in my chest, waving the whiteflag of surrender. It's hers. Jesus, it is so hers. I think maybe it has been since I first saw her.
"Weston," she whispers, reaching out for me. "Please."
I crawl over her, growling at the feel of her naked body against mine. Cum leaks from my cock, smearing across her thighs and belly. I take her lips in a deep kiss. She moans when she tastes herself on me. I nudge her legs apart, fitting myself between them.
"Are you sure, angel?" I rasp, praying she doesn't tell me no now. I need her, desperately. But the choice is hers. If she isn't ready, I'll wait for however long it takes to convince her that she wants to be mine, not just today but every day. "We can stop."
It might actually kill me to stop, but I will. Whatever she wants, she gets.
"Yes," she whispers, that tongue peeping out again. Her pretty eyes meet mine, blazing with certainty and a tiny hint of hesitation. "Just…be gentle, okay?"
"Always," I promise, meaning it. I may be aggressive on the ice, but I'll never touch her with anything less than the reverence she deserves. I hope like hell Alex approves of me for his little girl because she's mine to protect now, mine to cherish.
