“Am I?” I pout.
He glances at me, his eyes darkening as he places his fingers on either side of mine, opening me wider. I gasp as he bends his head and spits on my clit.
“Soaking… and mine,” he declares.
The first sweep of his tongue has me arching off the bed with a cry.
“God! You’re so… oh my god… you’re so good at that,” I mewl, sinking both hands into his hair as he eats me out like a starved man.
His eyes don’t break contact with mine as he brings me to a fast, loud orgasm.
“Denver,” I moan, as he slides two fingers inside me and fucks me with them, his tongue still lavishing attention on my clit.
“I can feel you squeezing me. So eager for my cock to fill you, aren’t you, Princess?”
“Mm-hm,” I mewl in agreement, writhing against the sheets as pressure starts building inside me again.
“The only cock you’ve ever had, and you’re addicted to it. Listen to how wet you are for it.”
He pumps his fingers, and the accompanying sounds are obscene.
“Denver,” I plead.
“Not yet,” he says, circling my clit with his tongue again and making my eyes roll. “I want you coming on my fingers first. We need to loosen you up, because if I put myself inside you now, you’ll make me come with this perfect, tight cunt.”
I scrape my fingers over his scalp, mewling at his crude words. He grunts in approval as they do what they always do… make me even wetter for him.
“Denver,” I beg again.
“Come for me again,” he coaxes, pushing down on my lower belly.
His fingers curl inside me, hitting a delicious spot that has me feeling like I’m about to lose control. My inner thighs shake, and I look down at him in confusion at the new sensation that’s taking over my body.
“You’re okay. Let it go,” he encourages.
He curls his fingers again, his tongue flattening and pressing harder against me.
“Denver,” I whine.
“Do it.”
I suck in a breath, all control leaving me as I come hard. A gush of fluid spurts from inside me and spills over his face.
“Jesus Christ, yes,” he groans, his eyes closing in ecstasy as he drinks it up, first lapping his tongue in sensual strokes over me, then pressing kiss after kiss over my drenched skin.
“Was that? Did I…?”
He flips me easily so my stomach is on the bed, resting over the soaked sheets.
“That was fucking delicious. You’re such a good girl, letting go like that.”
My ears ring from the force of the orgasm that’s still vibrating its way through my body. The sound of Denver’s gun and belt being removed and his zipper being lowered seem far away.
“Did I squirt?”
He chuckles— a rare sound from him. Yet me soaking his face is what’s earned me the pleasure of hearing the sound. And I love the way it sends a warm vibration over my skin.
“You sure did, Princess. Now we know you can, we can have you gushing for me all the time.”
