With a shudder, she spreads her thighs, offering me the most fantastic view ever—the soaking wet panel of her white panties. A groan rips from the center of my chest, loud and carnal. A rasp that gives away exactly how much I want her.
I drop to the floor, kneeling, spreading her thighs. Dragging my nose along the panel, I inhale the scent of her pussy. My brain sizzles. My skin is on fire.
She spreads her thighs farther while roping her fingers through my hair. I plant a kiss on the fabric, then flick my tongue along it, tasting how hot and turned on she is even through her panties. She trembles. Grips me harder. Shudders.
I tap her ankle. “Ask me again,” I murmur against all that wetness.
“What?” she asks, dreamily, rocking against my mouth already.
“Ask me what I’m waiting for.”
In a breathy voice, she complies. “What are you waiting for?”
I meet her gaze. Her eyes are hooded. “I want to taste you all over my face.”
She moans. Grips me harder. And I tease her more, kissing her undies, winding her up, homing in on her swollen clit. She clamps her thighs against my face and shudders. “Oh, god.”
That sound. Those words. I grab her panties, yank them to the side, and clamp my mouth on her pulsing, needy clit. She cries out, a breathy gasp as she tries to fuck my mouth.
“Don’t worry, Firecracker. I’ll take care of you,” I say, reveling in the hot, wet taste. In seconds, she’s thrusting, jerking, and falling apart.
And holy fuck. That did not take long at all. I feel ten feet tall. Like a king. Like I won the Cup.
When she comes down, she blows out a breath, saying, “That was a surprise.”
“You don’t usually come that hard?”
“No,” she says, sounding drunk off me. Pride radiates through my chest.
“Well, then let’s test it again.” I rise up and free my aching cock. She gasps, hitching in a breath as she stares at me.
Finally, she tears her eyes away. “Give me your cock.”
“Oh, you’re getting it, sweetheart. You’re definitely getting it.”
She arches a brow playfully, wraps a warm hand around my dick, and lets out an appreciative sigh.
I shudder. Groan. Grab her shoulder and hold on. It feels that good.
“Just like I imagined,” she purrs.
“What did you picture, Firecracker?”
Her gaze strays down to my cock, pulsing in her hand. “Hard.” She runs her hand down the length and back up. “Long. Pretty. And so fucking eager,” she says, sliding a thumb along the crown, then swiping off a drop and bringing it to her lower lip.
I am a live wire as she rubs it into her lip, then licks it off, nice and slow. I nearly come right there. “Fuuuuck.”
“What are you waiting for?” She stares at the space between us. A cue.
I grab the condom from my back pocket, rip open the wrapper, and roll it down. Then I notch the head of my dick against her sweet, slick pussy, and I push inside.
The first inch is unreal, warm and tight. She fits so fucking perfectly. I take a moment to savor the feel, then my gaze roams over every inch of her creamy flesh, her flushed chest, her darkened cheeks.
And those big eyes, flickering with heat, darkening with lust. It steals my breath for a sharp, hot moment that I don’t want to end. Ever.
But I focus on business. “Put your feet up,” I say, patting the edge of the table.
She complies, lifting her knees, resting on the balls of her feet, giving me even more room to slide deeper. And looking so unbearably sexy with her thighs spread wide and her wet pussy on full display.
