I've seen my fair share of nip-tastic sights in my day, but these? These are the crème de la crème, the top shelf of titillation, the gold standard of glandular greatness.
"Holy unfiltered f-bombs," I mutter, with more awe than a geek at a comic con. "I think I just found my new religion."
I latch onto one, sucking and tugging gently as my hands come up to cup and squeeze, feeling the weight of her in my palms. She throws her head back, her eyes fluttering closed as she lets out a moan that could wake the dead.
"Yes…" she whispers. Her fingers grip my hair, guiding my mouth to feed on her perfect tits. "that feels so good, Lucian."
"Fuck, Phina-baby," I growl against her skin, my voice rough with need. "You're so goddamn perfect. I could feast on you for days and never get enough."
She whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair as she arches into my touch, silently begging for more. And who am I to deny her?
I switch to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention as the first, my tongue swirling and flicking over the hardened peak until she's trembling and gasping above me. My free hand slides down, skimming over the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips before dipping between her thighs to cup the heat of her through her underwear.
She'ssoaked, the thin fabric no match for the flood of her arousal, and the knowledge that I did that, that I made this perfect, angelic creature so wet and wanting, is almost enough to make me come on the spot.
"Please," she begs, her hips grinding down against my hand, seeking friction, seeking release. "Touch me—please, Lucian. I need... I need..."
"I know, baby girl," I murmur, my fingers stroking her through the damp fabric, teasing her with the promise of what's to come. "I know what you need. And I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to make you feel so fucking good; you'll forget how to breathe."
She whines, high and needy, and I know I can't tease her much longer. Not if I want to keep my sanity intact.
With a growl that's half pleasure, half pain, I tear her underwear away, the flimsy fabric shredding like tissue paper under my strength. And then, before she can even gasp at the sudden exposure, I'm sliding a finger deep inside her, curling it just so until I find that spot that makes her see stars.
"Oh, God!" she cries out, her head thrown back, her body bowing. "Lucian, yes. Right there, don't stop, please don't stop."
And I don't. I pump my finger in and out of her, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing in tight, hard circles until she's clenching around me, her walls fluttering and pulsing as she hurtles toward the edge of oblivion.
I grip her neck with my free hand, needing her to look at me; her eyes fly open, swirling pools of gold with flecks of silver, blown wide with lust, "That's it, sweetheart," I encourage her, my voice a low, filthy rasp. "Come for me. Let me feel you come. Let go for me; I want to drown in you."
I focus back on her perfect tits, sucking and licking like a man possessed, while my fingers are doing some awe-inspiring acrobatics inside her tight little pussy. And let me tell you, when I say tight, I mean fucking tight. My dick is weeping with joy in my pants, begging me to let it come out and play.
But as much as I want to bury myself inside her and never come out, I know I need to take this slow—to make sure she's good and ready before we get to the main event. And right now, I need to taste her more than anything. To taste the sweet nectar of her arousal on my tongue and feel her come apart under my mouth.
So, with a move that would make a ninja proud, I flip her over and yank up her skirt. She's panting and gasping, her perfect breasts heaving with each raggedbreath, and I know she's close. So fucking close. It's not gonna take more than a few well-placed licks and sucks before she's coming all over my face like a fucking geyser.
"What... what are you doing?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper, confusion and anticipation warring in her tone. And fuck me sideways if that isn't the most adorable thing I've ever heard.
"I'm gonna take you to heaven, angel face," I purr, spreading her legs wide and getting my first real look at her pretty pink pussy. And holy mother of all that is good and pure in this world, she is perfect. Slick, shaved, and wet—glistening like a fucking diamond in the rough. I'm practically drooling at the sight of her, my mouth watering with the need to taste her.
"Ohh gods above…" I moan at the sight.
I dive right in. I lap at her engorged clit like a man dying of thirst, and she nearly bucks me off with the force of her reaction. Her hips jerk and twist, her body writhing under my touch, and I have to grip her thighs to keep her still.
"Oh! Oh, god... Yes. More. Do that again," she demands, her voice high and breathy and so fucking sexy.
I smirk against her skin, my ego swelling with pride at her reaction. This time, I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, flicking my tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves in a rapid-fire rhythm that has her arching off the floor, her back bowed like a damn rainbow.
"Hold still, baby girl," I murmur, my breath ghosting over her slick skin, making her shiver and moan. "Let me make you feel good."
Fucking Christ, she's so wet. Dripping.
And with that, I go to town. I suck and lick and flick and nibble, my tongue delving deep inside her before coming back up to circle her clit, over and over again. She tastes like a fucking dream, all cotton candy and strawberries and honey, with a hint of something uniquely her. It's like every sweet thing I've ever tasted rolled into one, and I can't get enough.
I moan into her pussy, the vibrations making her gasp and clutch at my hair, her fingers threading through the strands and tugging almost painfully. But I don't care. I'd let her rip my hair out by the roots if it meant I could keep tasting her, keep feeling her come undone under my mouth.
My dick is throbbing in my pants so hard it feels like it might explode. But I ignore it, focusing all my attention on the writhing, moaning angel beneath me. I slipmy finger back inside her warmth, curling it just so, and she lets out a sound that's halfway between a sob and a scream.
"Lucian! Ohh…" she cries, her hips bucking wildly, grinding against my face like she's trying to merge us into one being. "Lucian, please...don't…stop."
