It’s intoxicating.
I hook a finger under the waistband, popping the button, lowering the zipper, and finally dragging the jeans down her legs in one sharp motion. She’s wearing nothing underneath, and the sight hits me so hard I almost lose my composure. I thought I told Talia to buy her panties, but fuck, maybe she doesn’t normally wear them. That just makes my dick even harder.
The anticipation in her face is a live wire; her breath coming hard. I kneel between her legs and lock my eyes on hers. She tries to place a hand in my hair, but I stop her. “Keep your hands where I put them,” I growl.
She nods, biting her lip, and I watch the shudder ripple through her. I grip her thighs and push them apart, exposing her exquisite pussy, and Peyton’s hips arch up like she’s helpless to stop herself.
“Good girl.”
I run my hands up the inside of her thighs, feeling the heat and tremble, and it’s fucking intoxicating. I dip down and sweep my tongue over her clit, slow and deliberate, and her whole body jolts. She makes a sound, somewhere between a gasp and a curse, and I want to hear it again. So I gently give her pussy a slap and do the sweep with my tongue again, flattening my tongue and circling, working her open with my mouth.
“Oh my God,” she mutters in approval.
The sensation is overwhelming her nervous system, but every time she tries to close her legs, I hold them open even wider, waiting for the words I know she’s going to give me. It’s just a matter of time.
“Blake,” she whimpers. “Please–”
I smile against the skin of her inner thigh and give it a slight bite.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Fuck you how?” I growl, trying to hold on to the little bit of control I have left.
“I don’t care,” she says, like she’s exasperated by this exchange of words.
She’s not ready yet.
I flip her over in one smooth movement and take a moment to appreciate the curve of her body from the back. It’s a pretty damn sight.
“Yes,” she moans.
“Head down, ass up, Peyton.”
She immediately does what she’s told, and I smile to myself. So rebellious in life. So obedient in bed. It’s the perfect combination.
She’s anticipating my dick, but she needs to want it a little more, so I tease her again with my tongue. This time, using broad strokes of my tongue to lick her pussy from front to back, then using it like a vibrator.
“Oh, god!” she yells. “Please, um, oh fuck!”
She’s going to come if I keep going. Hell, I’m going to come if I keep going. I just need the words, and then I can satisfy us both.
“Please, what, Peyton?”
“Please, fuck me!”
“Fuck you how?”
“Just like this. From the back. And do it hard.”
Her pussy is glistening with her want for me.
It’s so beautiful.
“Please, Blake.” I notice her hands are white-knuckling the sheets. “I need you.”
And just before the last of my composure breaks, a bit of reality splashes on me like a glass of cold water.
