“I should have known you’d be bendy.”
Giselle hums noncommittedly, shifting her hips restlessly, an inch away from shoving her pussy in my face.
Dragging my eyes down her tight body, I don’t even attempt to hold back my groan at the sight of her cunt. Wet, pink and plump, I slide the thick pad of my thumb through her puffy folds, past her cute little clit peeking out from beneath its hood, and down to the wetness gathering at her entrance.
I drag her arousal over her folds, coating her, and then I pull my thumb away, shoving it between my lips to taste her.
“Fucking hell, Giselle…”
She tastes so fucking good. Addictive. I can’t get enough.
Lowering my face down to the apex of her thighs, I shove my tongue into Giselle’s pretty pussy without warning. Her hands land in my hair, fisting the strands, her mouth falling open on a sweet squeal I want to hear on a never-ending loop in my mind.
I suckle on her left lip and then her right, rubbing my third day stubble against the inner portion of her thigh, before spreading her apart with my fingertips and closing my lips around her clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Giselle moans, her legs twitching around my ears. “You’re too fucking good at this.”
I grumble my agreement into her folds, slurping up the mixture of spit and wetness frothing from her hole, only to return my attention to her hard bud. I kiss and lick, suck and nibble, tracing the very tip of my tongue around her clit with amaddeningly slow approach until Giselle’s hips are lifting from the mattress in need.
Grinding my cock into the bed to gain even an inch of relief from the tension I can feel building at the base of my spine and in my balls, I tighten my hold on her waist, shoving my shoulders into her inner thighs to keep them from closing.
“Keep your fucking legs open, Giselle.”
“I’m—I’mtrying,” she whines, head pressing back into the pillow behind her. “Shit.Hudson.”
Small hands fall from the top of my skull, leaving behind a slight sting from how tightly she’d been gripping my hair, coming to hold her legs open much fucking further than any other girl I’ve ever been with.
“Imagine you doing the splits while being split in half sitting on my cock, Gee.” My filthy words elicit another whimper from Giselle. “God, I could cum in my boxers just thinking about it. You’ve got me fucking ruined, Giselle. Ruined. And now I wanna ruin you as much as you’ve ruined me.”
I press my tongue to her most sensitive spot, done with teasing. I need to see her come, to feel her tighten around me, to hear the sounds she makes…
Lacing my fingers with her right hand, which grips the flesh of her thigh, I slide my left pointer finger through Giselle’s wet folds and down to her sodden entrance. I push in hardly an inch, feeling her walls contract around my finger, fucking tight as a virgin.
Christ.
“So fucking tight,” I grind out between clenched teeth. Giselle is clamping down on my finger and I’m not even in to my first knuckle. Fuck me. What is she going to feel like wrapped around my cock?
“Giselle?”
“Mhm?”
“You’re fucking tight. Are you—”
She shakes her head no against her downy duck feather pillow. “It’s just been a while.”
I shouldn’t care that I’m the first man she’s been with in a while. Whatever that frame of time means. But I can’t help the way my chest puffs out, a surge of masculine pride running through me.
“I’ll be gentle, then.”
Replacing my forefinger with my pinkie, I slide inside to my third knuckle, but it’s a fucking tight fit. I feel her arousal coat the web of my finger, her pussy walls sucking me in, but we’re both going to have to do some serious work to get my cock to fit.
“Going to have to stretch you out,” I mutter into her folds. “Otherwise, I don’t think I’ll fit, Gee.”
She moans high in the back of her throat, the lean muscles in her inner thighs flexing in protest of my wandering attention.
“Make me fucking cum, Hudson.”
“It’s cute that you think you’re the one in charge, Giselle,” I say, before I purse my lips around her clit hood and suck.
