Then he traced my leg, fingertips runnin' from the bend of my knee to my pussy, unable to keep himself from touchin' me. But his other hand was still shoved deep in his pocket, as if keepin' it there would make it seem like he was unimpressed.
“This what you wanted?” he said, tongue in cheek, killin’ a grin. “This the fantasy, sweetheart? You spread eagle while I just fuckin’ look at you?”
Both of his hands hit the hood under my spread thighs, and he leaned in, his chain tappin’ the hood between my crack. His breath was hot and tracin' the inside of my thighs.
Then hespitslowly. A thick drip hangin' low, stringin' off his bottom lip. I felt it land, hot and heavy, right on my spread pussy, right into my hole. And he watched it slide down deep inside me.
“There,” he breathed. “Pussy full of spit from the guy who didn’t fuckin’ want you.” His sick smirk spread slowly. “That make you feel like a somebody now?”
He straightened, hand slidin’ off the hood like that was it. Like he wasn't tryna fuck, just show off, but really, he was just hidin' how bad he wanted it.
“Nah, you're gonna lick up your mess,” I demanded. “Now.”
A smirk crossed his mouth.
He wiped it away with his thumb, eyes still locked on my pussy. Then he bent in again, nose draggin’ close enough to make my clit jump. But it stopped just shy, his mouth hovering, breathin’ me in, exhale hot.
“Go ahead, superstar,” he taunted, chin jerkin’. “Bring that pussy right here. Make me eat my words.”
Then he lowered between my thighs, brushin' his mouth across my clit, then slidin' down my spread split, coatin' his lips, teasin’ me, teasin' himself, like I wasn't the first girl who had to prove to him I was worth eatin’.
I didn't even realize I was creamin' till I caught him lickin' it off his bottom lip, eyes half-closed. "Yeah, I see you got it bad for me, huh?" he murmured. "Ain't stoppin' you."
All I had to do was take it, and I fuckin’ did.
My hips lifted, then sank down, my pussy slidin’ right into his mouth.
He caught me—mouth wide, tongue hard—a filthy groan spillin’ straight into my body and shakin’ up my spine.
“Holy shit. Holy—fuck—shit,” I stuttered, surprised that the words fell right out.
He grabbed my thighs and tilted my ass clean off the hood, fingers diggin' in, spreadin’ my cheeks wide. His tongue slid lower, lower, then one hot, filthy lick all the way up the length of my sweaty ass crack.
I melted right there on my hood with a groan. "Oh, fuck?—"
His thumbs pried my tight asshole wide ‘til it was raw, his tongue grindin' up, pushin' in deep. My hips couldn't hold still. My breath cut off, and he licked me open, heavy circles diggin’ deeper each time.
A low, broken growl ripped right outta me, eyes snappin’ wide, head slammin’ back against the hood. It felt like hot, wet steam was pourin’ into me, pumpin’ through my veins, crematin’ me from the inside out.
“This the ass you swore I was starin’ at all night? Wonderin’ how it tastes?” He huffed out a chuckle, and it hit warm between my crack. But he kept goin’, suckin’ the rim slowly ‘til spit strung between my cheeks and dripped all over the hood. My thighs jerked once before they shook—wild, involuntary,fuckin’ humiliatin’.
“Nah, thought you were tough?” he teased, his fingers comin' over mine. All that left me was a whimper, then—“Yeah?” he said with a smirk. “Then quit frontin’ and show me what you got, how wide you get for me.”
He guided my fingers, stretchin’ my pussy out until it stung, peelin' my skin back to expose my beggin' clit and every nerve I had, and the breeze licked where I was raw. “Fuckin’ hold yourself open just like,” he said over my clit, keepin’ my hands where they were pinned. “You let go? I’m done. You come too quick? I walk. Don’t waste my fuckin’ time.”
Then he dropped down, his forearms pressin' down on my inner thighs, keepin' them wide, and started slow, tongue draggin’ around the edges of my opening, then slidin' up, mouth spreadin’ heat over my pussy, long licks latchin’ on to my clit.
“Oh—fuck me,” I gasped, neck snappin’ back.
From asshole to clit, he raked across every nerve, his wide, flat tongue fuckin’ me nasty. He did this again and again, gathered all the mess, all the heat—took it into his mouth with a moan.
My ass clenched, hips grindin’ up into him.
“Please. Just—just—right there. Please—don’t fuckin’ stop.”
I swear, the sound comin' from him vibrated right through my clit, and everything in me locked up, my spine archin'. Before I fuckin' knew it, the orgasm ripped through my gut like it came to kill. A cracked cry tore from my chest, and my thighs jerked to clamp around his face, but he had them pinned open.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he said, draggin' his mouth up my pulsin' flesh, then heaved his tongue over my clit, pressin' against it. The moment I did relax, his hands moved to my spread pussy, and he massaged each side of my clit with his thumbs. Heat flooded the climax, then cum gushed out of me—hot, wet, hittin’ his tongue.“Mmm… there you go."
