The soft curls are like golden silk, and they call to my tongue.
I take her hand and guide it to her pussy. “Spread it for me. Let me see this pretty little cunt. Use your other hand to pinch your nipple.”
She parts her lips, just a little.
“More, Lilly. I want you wide open.”
“God, you’re going to kill me just with your words.”
I can’t answer—I’m too intoxicated by her scent. When she finally spreads herself for me, I drag my tongue from her entrance all the way to her clit in one long, slow lick.
I’ll never forget that taste. It’s the most addictive flavor I’ve ever known. I could feed on her forever, like a cat with a bowl of cream. But right now, I need more.
Without warning, I plunge my tongue into her untouched opening.
She cries out, hips jerking—part shock, part pure need.
I pull back, eyes locked on her glistening pussy, then dive back in to suck her clit.
Her reaction makes my cock leak. She screams and comes without warning, soaking my lips and chin, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
But I don’t stop.
I’m addicted to how responsive she is. I keep licking and sucking her, holding her open so I can explore every inch.
Her taste is all over my tongue, and if I died right here with my mouth buried in her pussy, it would be the best damn death ever.
I can’t stop licking her, exploring every inch of her sweet pussy, sucking on her pleasure point while my middle finger begins a slow in-and-out motion inside her. She’s tight—tight as fuck—and grips me like a fist.
I add another finger because one thing is certain: I’m taking her tonight. I’ll be buried deep in her sweet, virgin pussy all night long, and I don’t want her to feel pain—only pleasure.
Lilly feels like hot velvet inside, and for the first time, I want to give up the condom just to feel the heat and softness of her flesh wrapped around my cock. But I know better—itwould be too risky, not just because she’s probably not on birth control but because of my lifestyle too. Even though I get tested every month and have never skipped protection, I don’t repeat partners, and no matter how small, there’s always a risk.
I push aside every thought that isn’t about us. Focused solely on drawing every last drop of pleasure from my angel, I let my fingers go deeper into those velvety walls, increasing the pace and pressure.
She gasps, and her hand grips my hair, silently telling me not to stop.
I suck her clit harder, and her loud moan is a mix of pure lust and desperation, like she can’t handle everything I’m giving her.
She pulses around my mouth and fingers, and when I nip at that sensitive little bundle of nerves, she goes wild, panting, her body arching up shamelessly, offering herself to me.
I keep fucking her with two fingers, thrusting in and out of her soaked pussy, in rhythm with the sucking and nibbling on her clit. Lilly starts clenching around me, crying out my name and giving me everything—her pleasure, her surrender.
Even after she comes, I can’t stop. I keep licking up every last drop of her sweetness.
Then I lift her into my arms, her thighs wrapped around my waist. “Now suck my tongue. Feed on it like I did with your clit. Taste yourself on me. You’ll do the same with my cock next. I’m going to fuck you deep, and when I’m done, you’ll suck me clean, because I want to taste your pussy on your lips.”
My words push her even further over the edge, and obediently, she sucks my tongue like I’m her only source of nourishment.
My rock-hard cock slides between her pussy and her tight little asshole, and I want to take her like this, standing. Pussy first, then her ass.
“I’m going to take all of you, Lillyana. Every last bit.”
“I don’t care. I want everything with you. I’m not afraid.”
Chapter 37
I place her on her feet in front of me and grip the back of her neck, applying a firm pressure on her hair so she’ll look at me.
