Harlow’s sweet, needy moans keep me fed while I devour her. Fingers soaked in her juices, my face covered with her scent, and her thighs shaking around me as I edge her over and over—getting her close, almost to the finish line—and then pulling back.
“Please, I’ll do anything,” she hisses, begging for mercy.
“I can’t get enough of my favorite strawberry…” I taunt, my groans vibrating against her pussy. “I’m addicted.”
Obsessed.
Before she can continue pleading, I scoop her up and walk us to my bedroom. My cock’s so hard, it’s almost throbbing in pain.
But I’m not having sex with her tonight. I want to take my time with her, make sure she’s ready mentally and physically, and make it as special as I can. She deserves that and so much more.
“I want you to finish by ridin’ my face.”
“How do I do that exactly?” she asks when I sit on the edge of the mattress and motion for her to stand.
“I’m gonna lie back, like this…” I get into position with my head in the middle of the bed. “And you’re gonna straddle my face with your thighs and put your pussy in my face.”
She climbs on top of me until she’s kneeling above me.
“Perfect, now lower your body so I can taste you.”
“All the way down?” she asks.
I nod. “All. The. Way. Down.”
“Seems like a breathin’ hazard, but okay…” she drawls and then sits right where I need her.
When I look at her, she meets my eyes and a beautiful blush covers her chest and face. Reaching up, I cup her breast and pinch her little pebbled nipple.
I pull her throbbing clit between my lips before rubbing circles over her sweet spot with my tongue.
“Holy shit, that feels so good…” Her head falls back slightly as she braces her palms on the wall in front of her.
Cupping her ass with my other hand, I move her back and forth so she gets the hint to rock against my face.
“Fuck, Waylon. Right there…don’t ya dare stop this time.”
Groaning against her flesh, I continue rotating between sucking and licking until she’s screaming through her release and I taste her sweet cum.
“Yes, yes…oh my God.” Her body twitches, and I moan into her inner thigh, then tap it twice.
Once she lifts off me, I roll my body until I’m towering over her.
“Jesus Christ, you did so good.” Then I bring my mouth down to hers so she can see how delicious she is.
“My whole body is numb,” she whimpers.
Chuckling against her neck, I feather kisses along her jawline and ear. “I think we’ll call this round a draw, whaddya think?”
“Okay…” She snickers. “Guess that means we’ll haveta find a way to break the tie to determine a winner.”
“Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you win next time and then you can claim your prize.”
“Hmm.” She grins with a mischievous look in her eyes. “What kinda prize are we talkin’ about?”
I trace my finger over her cheek, down her chin, and then slide it between her lips until she’s sucking on it. “The kind thatmakes you lose your voice and need three to five business days to recover.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
