“Why won’t you say it? Why won't you sayanything?”She’s breathin’ harder now. “You got feelings for me, I know you do. You just don’t wanna admit it.”
So she’s gonna watch him prove it.
Her cunt’s drippin’ when she leans forward, and his filthy mouth opens wide again, his jaw goin' slack under it.
She slides hot inside, heavy folds flatten out ‘round his lips, and he tips his chin back, lickin’ deep and slow up the middle. And he’sgone—eyes shut, moanin’ low as she melts warm in his mouth, givin’ him the taste she knows he’s been cravin’ for months.
“Swear to God, you eat like you’re in love with it,” she gasps.
Then she sinks—full weight, no mercy—fillin' his mouth before she rides it in a filthy grind. And hetakes it all.
A breath stumbles out of her, and she grips the back of his head, fucks down harder, grindin’ into his mouth. And he chases it. Both hands fly up and grab her ass—grip’s bruisin’.
With both thumbs, he parts her, then pulls her onto his face, soaked cunt slidin’ down until her slick opening’s seated on his tongue.
“Holy fuckin’ shit—” Talia folds right over his head, spine curlin’, hips jerk hard, losin’ all rhythm. “Fuck—fuck, baby—don’t stop?—”
He doesn’t. Harding slides his tongue up to her clit, then flicks it fast, an almost vibrating pace—filthy, messy, expertly—knowin' exactly what she likes. Until she's shakin' and swearin'. Until her eyes are rollin' back. Until she's leakin' warm between her folds, drippin' down his jaw. He drags his tongue through it with a low hum before goin' right back in, breath hot and tongue rough on her clit.
Every pass is sloppier than the last. And heloves it.Sheknowshe loves it. He’ll think about this for the rest of his life. Because nobody else’s cunt ever made Andrew Harding drop to his fuckin’ knees and stay there.
She grips his hair tighter, shoves his face closer. He’s soaked in her mess, all hers now, and she swears she will be the last thing he’ll ever wanna taste.
Heat climbs so fast it’s burnin’ her up from the inside as he’s takin’ a lifetime’s worth of orgasms straight outta her body in one go—the intensity severe.
That's when it hits. A low, nasty growl rips straight from her chest—raw, feral, fuckin’possessed.Her body locks. A whole fuckin’ wave slammin’ inside her, a fire exploding violent. Head thrown back. Body curled over, thighs clampin' around his head.
“Fuck—fuuuck—” She comes.
Right there. On his mouth. All over his face.
Drenched and ruined, his tongue’s workin’ her through it while she rides out every last spasm.
Time’s gone. Could be a minute. Or an hour.
She’s still pantin’, heart’s jackhammerin’, foot still hiked high on his trunk like a porno. And he’s kneelin’ there, not rushin’, thumbs holdin’ her open, whole cunt in his mouth, eatin’ her clean. And she’s starin’ down at him, hair wild, knees shakin’, thinkin’ he wouldn’t be cleanin’ her if he didn’t want to belong to her.
When he’s done, he kneels there in a daze. He’ll never top this again—head hangin’, chest heavin’, his whole mouth drunk off her. And for a second she swears he’s about to come undone or break down.
She watches him, heart poundin’, cunt still throbbin’, thinkin’ this is when he’ll say it. Now he’lladmithe's always been wantin' her.
But he doesn’t. He wipes his face—one slow sweep, her all over him.
Then he finally stands, refusin’ to look at her.
Because lookin’ means feelin’, and feelin’ meansforever.
“You’re mine, Andrew,” she whispers, breath hot on his jaw, fingers ghostin’ over his zipper. “Don’t fuckin’ play—just give it to me.”
Her fingers barely graze the front of his jeans.
But his hand snaps out, knockin’ hers away, breath catchin’ like he’s about to break.
So she grabs his belt instead, fist tight, tuggin' him closer. “What—so you’ll eat my cunt but you won’t fuck me?” He knows the second he does, he’ll never be able to walk away. “You ain’t runnin' from this, baby. Not now.”
She palms his cock again, knowin’ he’s gotta be hard and achin’.
His jaw clamps shut, teeth grindin’ as he grabs her hips and whips her around fast, slams her right up against the trunk. Her palms smack down hard, catchin’ her balance, and a smile rips across her face.
