Then he slid his hands higher and pushed her legs wider— gentle but firm— urging her to give him more. To open for him.
“Yeah,” he rasped, eyes locked on hers. “Just like that. Let me see you, baby.”
Ali whimpered, her head falling back, one hand tangled in his hair, the other gripping the sheet like she needed something to hold on to.
Dylan took her in— every inch of her spread open for him, glistening and perfect— and felt his control fracture at the edges.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice wrecked. “You taste so sweet. Like heaven. Like you were made for this.”
He dipped his head again, licking through her folds with slow, filthy precision. Her thighs trembled around him.
“I could eat this pussy all night,” he murmured, his tongue dragging over her with maddening patience. “So wet for me. You feel that?”
Her hips jerked, a breathless gasp tumbling from her lips.
He smiled against her.
Yeah. She felt it.
He pressed two fingers inside her, pumping slowly, curling just right.
“This pussy’s perfect,” he growled. “Tight, warm… fuck, I missed this. Missed you.”
His lips closed around her clit again, sucking just enough to make her cry out. He loved every damn sound she made.
“Don’t hold back, Ali,” he whispered between licks. “Wanna hear you. Wanna taste you when you fall apart on my tongue.”
Her whole body shook— hips lifting, thighs closing in around his head as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his voice rough and raw. “Give it to me. Let me drink you in.”
Slut!
Ali
Ali’s legs were trembling.
She couldn’t remember how to breathe— couldn’t remember anything, really, except the wet heat of Dylan’s mouth between her thighs and the way her name sounded when he moaned it against her skin.
Good.Lord.
Her fingers were tangled in his hair, not tugging, just holding on. Anchoring herself to the only solid thing in the room: him.
He licked her again, slow and filthy, and she gasped.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, voice deep and dark and unsteady. “You taste so sweet. Like heaven. Like you were made for this.”
The words hit her like lightning.
Her body arched without permission, a sharp cry slipping from her lips.
Nobody had ever talked to her like that. Not without making her feel like a punchline afterward. But Dylan… he sounded like he meant every filthy word. Like her body was something sacred. Something his.
“I could eat this pussy all night,” he murmured, licking her again, slower this time. “So wet for me. You feel that?”
Ali’s breath hitched, her hips stuttering against his face.
“Yes,” she whispered, cheeks burning. “Oh my gawd yes.”
