Her eyes go comically wide as I lift her dress and get my first glimpse at her pussy. “Foot on my shoulder, Penny,” I tell her, and guide her leg up so I can get the full view. She’scompletely bare, and her wetness coats her inner thighs. She’s fucking perfect.
Her hands immediately go to my hair as I lean in to smell her scent.
I’ve gotten to lick her juices off my fingers but have never had a hit from the source, and I can’t fucking wait any longer. I dive right in, using my tongue to part her lips and dragging it up to her clit. I place my tongue ring over the needy little bud and get to work.
“Holy fucking shit,” Penny moans out as she shoves my face into her pussy.
I bring my other hand to her entrance and push two fingers inside, fucking her while my tongue works its magic.
She grinds her hips against me, and my dick is so hard I think it might burst through my jeans. She’s taking what she wants and doesn’t have any shame in it.
How does it get any better than that?
I keep pumping my hand, harder than I would normally do, and a few seconds later she whispers, “Oh shit. I’m coming.” She throws her head back against the door as I work my tongue over her and curl my fingers into her G-spot. Her hips move back and forth, and she’s gripping onto my hair like her life depends on it. She looks so fucking pretty when she comes that I may have to draw this image of her from memory later.
Once she’s at the tail end of her orgasm, I take my fingers out of her and lick up all the juices that got left at herentrance. She’s so fucking wet, and I clean every inch of her pulsating pussy because there’s no way I’m wasting a drop of her release. She tastes that good.
Her hips are still moving, and she grips my hair to pull my head back. “Stop for a second, I need to catch my breath,” she says to me.
But I don’t stop. I take her foot off my shoulder, stand up, and grip her ass, picking her up. She immediately wraps her legs around my waist, and I can feel her pussy through my shirt.
“I need you. Now.”
Chapter 17
Penny
My hand and my vibrator have nothing on Declan Young. His mouth and fingers just single-handedly gave me the best orgasm of my life, and honestly, I don’t think it can get better.
It takes my mind a second to process that he just ate me out on the landing. Fuck that was hot. And the mouth on this man went from zero to sixty in no time at all. I’m still reeling from how dirty his words were. It’s like he transformed into a completely different person. Like sex brings out the bad boy in him to matchhis look.
Declan unlocks his door, and when we enter the apartment, he takes me straight back to his room.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m airborne and bounce on the bed.
Sometimes I forget the size of this man, how much bigger he is than me. Him tossing me on the bed with such ease is like an aphrodisiac, and I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me next.
“Clothes off. Now,” he demands as he rounds the bed to the nightstand. I start taking my knee-high boots off as I watch him pull open the drawer. He takes out a box of condoms, and I internally beam at the fact that it’s a brand-new box. He pulls three off a strip and tosses them on the bed.
“Three? Really?” I ask with raised brows and shock on my face.
He whips off his jacket and white T-shirt, and I stare in awe at his torso. “Yes, three.”
Okay, yeah. Three condoms might be a good idea.
I’ve seen his torso in the picture he put on the dating app, but that photo didn’t do him justice. He’s fucking ripped. On top of that, colorful tattoos adorn his body from his neck down to the V in his abs. He’s one big piece of artwork. One of these days, I want to trace every single one of his tattoos with my tongue. Especially the roaring lion that spans from his ribs into his abs.
“Penny, eyes on mine,” he demands, and my gaze shoots to his. “Take off the sweater and dress.”
I do as he says, shedding my long sweater, and then I reach for the hem of my dress. I’m nervous all of a sudden. He’s going to see me. All of me.
He works his belt buckle as I pull the last piece of my clothing over my head, feigning confidence. My legs are closed as I unclasp my bra from my back, and I watch as he lowers his zipper.
Oh, shit. He’s going commando, too.
My eyes shoot to his, and he smirks at me. He finishes taking his jeans off and I swallow hard.
His cock bobs heavy, already hard, and it’s not only long and thick but has a Prince Albert piercing. “Jesus, Declan,” I breathe out.
