I shiver at his praise. His words embolden me, and I don’t need Clay to tell me what I should do next. My hands are already tugging down my panties, exposing my naked core.
“Good girl,” he says, lips parting. “Look at you, sugar.”
My nerves melt away at the appreciation on his face. He’s staring at me like I’m a work of art.
With another low groan, he forces his gaze away, looking down at his prosthetic leg. I hear a faint click as he unlocks the pin, pulling his knee out of the socket. Then he tugs down the liner, exposing his bare leg, ending in a curved stump just below the knee.
“Sorry,” he grunts, starting to remove his jeans. “Not pretty, is it?”
“I like it.” I sit up on the bed, shuffling toward him as he kicks his pants aside. “Don’t apologize, Clay. You’re a hero. You should never be sorry for that.”
He looks at me. “Thanks, sugar. You’re sweet as hell, you know that?”
I feel my cheeks warm as he lies on the bed beside me. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me on top of him, and I rest my knees either side of his hips, shivering as his hardness pokes against me through the fabric of his boxers.
“Want to know what happens to sweet girls like you, sugar?” Clay asks, gazing up at me hungrily.
My heart flutters. “What happens to them?”
“They get eaten.”
He grabs my waist, sliding me up his body until my hands are splayed against the headboard. My pussy is almost level with his face, his beard brushing my core. Then he squeezes my ass cheeks and forces me against his mouth.
“Oh!”
Pleasure floods my body as Clay latches onto my clit, sucking so hard my toes curl. I grab the headboard, nails digging into the edge as his hot tongue delves between my folds. He flicks it against my gushing hole, devouring me ravenously.
“Oh God,” I whine. “Yes…”
Instinctively, I start to grind against his mouth. I feel him groan, the vibrations buzzing through me as he grips my thighs tight. I’m shaking. Sobbing. My hips buck against Clay’s mouth as he finds my clit again, tugging the sensitive bud between his lips.
“Clay!”
My orgasm hits with no warning, tearing through me with so much force I almost collapse. But Clay doesn’t let up. He keeps feasting, licking up every drop of cream until I’m spent and quivering.
“Good girl,” he growls, his breath warm against my clit. “You taste so fucking sweet.”
I shakily ease myself away from his mouth, settling on top of him until we’re chest-to-chest. He runs a hand over my back, stroking up and down as I shudder through the aftershocks of my orgasm. I’ve never come so hard before. Heck, I didn’t even know my body could feel that good.
“We’re not done here, sugar.” Clay reaches between us, pulling down his boxers just enough for his cock to spring free. It pushes against my folds, huge and girthy, hard as granite. His size should intimidate me, but instead, I’m throbbing for him—aching to be filled.
“This cock is going inside you,” Clay growls. “Every inch.”
A whimper escapes my throat.
“Are you gonna take it all for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I swallow hard, looking down at him, “but I’ve never done this before.”
His gaze softens. “Neither have I.”
“For real?”
“For real, buttercup.” He lifts his head off the pillow, pressing a kiss on my lips. “Been avoiding relationships all my life. Was pretty damn good at it ‘til I met you.”
I giggle, but the noise quickly melts into a moan as Clay grabs my ass and grinds me on his cock.
“You better be ready for me,” he says. “I’m gonna claim that virgin pussy, sugar.”
