He chuckles at his own joke, then kisses my pussy, and swirls his tongue through my folds, licking every part of me.
Dray Eros has a seriously wicked mouth that does seriously wicked things to my body, even when it’s stupidly early and I’m half asleep.
“Dray,” I moan, lifting my head from the bed and sinking my fingers into his long, platinum hair, messy with sleep and silky soft. I curl my fingers around the locks and tug, which makes him growl and grip my thighs all the harder.
“I love this pussy,” he says. “I worship this pussy. I want to die between your legs, Little Kitten. Right here in heaven itself.”
He slurps through me, sucks on my clit, and has me bucking and writhing on the mattress.
“Dray,” I gasp. “I can’t–I can’t–”
“Yes, you can, Little Kitten. You can come for me. Wake up with an orgasm and come in my mouth, come all over my face.”
I curse at him, and he retaliates with hard flicks against my clit. Flicks that become impossibly fast until I’m screaming, yanking at his hair, my whole body rigid with tension.
I feel the pressure build low in my stomach. I close my eyes, bite down hard on my lip, and just when I think I’m going to crest the wave, he pulls back away from my pussy.
“What the fuck?” I snap, unimpressed.
“You want to come, Little Kitten?”
I give him a hard stare and a grumpy nod.
“Then tell me how much you love it. Tell me how much you love my mouth on your pussy and my tongue in your cunt.”
Dray is the dirty talker, not me. Don’t get me wrong, I can do all the dirty things, all of them, but saying them out loud makes my cheeks sizzle.
I shake my head.
“Go on, Little Kitten. Be a good girl. Do what I say, especially if you want me to make you come.”
Usually, I’d be too stubborn to give in to Dray, but I’m all wound up tightly like a coil, and if I don’t come, I’ll be walking around with a serious frown on my face all day, achieving precisely zero.
“Your mouth is filthy,” I tell him.
“Yeah, it is,” he says, grinning at me with pride. “And you love it, don’t you?”
I sigh and roll my eyes. “I love it. I really love it. I love–”
I don’t have to finish my sentence. He’s diving back between my thighs, and this time he’s even wilder. There’s no rhythm to it, no pattern. One minute he’s slurping, one minute flicking, one minute kissing, and one sucking.
And I come – really, really violently – liquid flooding the sheets.
I freeze. “What the hell was that?”
“Fuck,” Dray says. “You squirted.”
“Oh my stars,” I say, snapping my hands from his hair and covering my face. “Dray, I’m so sorry. So, so sorry.”
“Why are you sorry, Little Kitten?” he says, scrambling up my body and forcing my hands from my face.
“I just…” I grimace. “Right in your face.”
“Yeah, you did,” he says. “You squirted.”
He’s still smiling at me as I frown at him. Then he tilts his head to one side.
“Ahh,” he says. “Little Kitten, you know that wasn’t–”
