His cock still rests on my tongue, twitching from the aftershocks, and I don’t move.I stay right there, eyes locked on his, mouth wrapped around the thing that caused him to lose control.
“Jesus, Red,” he mutters again, voice hoarse.“You’re gonna ruin me.”
His hand remains in my hair.Softer now, but still there.Still asserting itself.
I smirk around him before I finally pull back.A string of spit catches the light between us before I wipe it with the back of my hand.
“Pretty sure that was the point,” I murmur, licking the cum off my bottom lip.
Reece’s eyes drag down my body.Chest rising too fast.But then he smirks.
“You look so fucking perfect down there.You know that?All sweet and cock-drunk.”
I raise an eyebrow, still on my knees.“Cock-drunk?”
He grins, full of sin.“Don’t tell me you’re not.You just swallowed every drop, baby.You earned the title.Go sit on the counter now.”
He’s not asking; he’s telling.
My stomach flips, pulse racing, because I know exactly what that mouth can do.And let me tell you, the way that guy flicks a clit—mind-blowing doesn’t even cover it.It’s precision.It’s filth.It’s art.
My legs move before my brain catches up, as if my body has already made the decision and my mind is just along for the ride.I slide onto the counter, breath caught somewhere between anticipation and chaos, because I know that once he’s between my thighs, I won’t remember my name, let alone care about anything else.
He steps closer, hands on my knees, opening me up.
“Sit back,” he says, voice low, mouth tilted in that cocky smirk that’s got my pussy pulsing already.“Let me give this pretty cunt what it’s been begging for.”
He drops to his knees, and I swear my lungs forget their job.They just stop.Full shutdown.
The first touch of his tongue rips a gasp out of me.He is confident, greedy, and relentless.He goes at my pussy like he’s been denied oxygen and this is the only way he survives.
One hand grips my thigh, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.There’s no gentleness in it.No hesitation.Only possession.
“Fuck,” I whisper, already shaking, already losing the battle.
His tongue works on me with purpose.Slow where it hurts, fast where it wrecks.He knows exactly what he’s doing and enjoys every second of watching me come undone.My vision blurs.My head tips back.My fingers claw at the edge of the counter until my knuckles ache, and my legs tremble.
His fingers slide into me, one curling perfectly inside.
I hiss at the first touch.A sharp inhale reveals how incredibly good it feels.
He grins against my pussy.The cocky, filthy kind of grin that says he knows I’m his.
“Fuck…” I choke out, breathless.
His tongue works my clit in relentless, filthy circles.It’s fucking heaven.It’s too much and yet not enough.
My legs start to shake.A moan punches out of me loud enough I have to slap my hand over my mouth, eyes rolling back as pleasure tears through me like wildfire.
He doesn’t stop.
It builds fast.Too fast.No teasing edge this time, no slow unravel.Simply fire and hunger.Only him.
And when I come, it’s violent.
My whole body locks around him, clenched and trembling, while his tongue continues to drag over my clit, as if he wants to overstimulate me.
And when he finally pulls back, his mouth glistening and his chin slick with everything he just pulled from me, he stays on his knees for a beat.Breath uneven.Hands still anchored to my thighs.
