Her fingers start moving faster and faster, and I can’t take it anymore. Sitting up, she watches me as I take two fingers and press them into her. She gasps, and when I curl my fingers upward, I watch as she completely loses it.
Her walls clamp down on my fingers, and I grin, watching her body convulse in pleasure.
And when she comes down, I retreat, locking our eyes as I place my fingers onto my tongue.
I’ve never tasted anything better in my whole life.
But I’m not done with her.
“Hands on the couch, ass in the air,” I demand, gently grabbing her waist and turning her. I kneel behind her, and within seconds my tongue is in her soaking wet cunt, her cherry perfume and the sweet smell of her pussy making my head swirl.
I sit back and admire the view. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. Her hot, bare cunt soaked just for me.
How did I get so fucking lucky?
Eyeing her drink, I get an idea. I place my tongue at her entrance as I pour a little of it down her ass, lapping it up as I eat her out, my tongue venturing higher to the tight hole I won’t even attempt to venture to until she begs me.
But with the way her legs quiver, I think she likes my tongue there.
“Fuck Amara, I don’t think I’ve tasted anything better,” I mutter, slapping her ass before diving in for more.
She cries out this time, her knees buckling.
I move to wrap my arms around her thighs, keeping her up as I bury my tongue inside of her, my thumb coming around to slowly rub her clit.
“Coo—Cooper,” she moans, losing control.
“Yes, Sweetheart?”
“P—please. I need more.”
I drag my tongue up her cunt and over her ass one more time, biting her hip for good measure before standing.
She follows me on unsteady feet, and even with glassy eyes, she pushes me down onto the couch.
“I have one ground rule for this,” Amara whispers as she climbs on top of me.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
My cock is aching with every second that goes by, and I wonder how she can fucking stand it.
I grip her hips, getting impatient.
“And what may that be?”
She licks her lips, suddenly looking… almost shy.
Amara Flores, shy? With the way she was talking to me the other day?
She sinks down onto me, and I hiss in a breath, my fingers tightening around her.
“I want you bare, and I want you to fill me with your cum, okay?”
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck,fuck.
