His tongue flicks over my clit quickly and precisely, then slows into a long, dragging circle that leaves me gasping.He knows exactly what he’s doing—and worse, he understands the effect it has on me.
Greedy sounds burst from him as he pulls me into his mouth, each wet stroke ending with a filthy flick of his tongue across my clit.He groans against me, as if he’s the one falling apart.
I arch into the sensation, my spine bowing off the mattress.He’s relentless.Unforgiving.His mouth works me until I belong to him completely.
And damn, maybe I am his.
If this is what it feels like...if this is what those girls experience when they crawl into his lap and moan his name in the hallway, no wonder they keep coming back.No wonder they can’t help themselves.Greedy little whores.And now I understand.
He teases me cruelly, repeatedly pushing me to the edge only to pull back just before I fall.My breath comes in ragged bursts.My fingers clutch the blanket tightly, and my thighs tremble, but I still can’t stop myself from chasing it.
Then his grip tightens.
Fingers digging into my thighs, he pulls me closer, his mouth covering my clit.His tongue circles, then sucks—long, slow pulls that leave me gasping.
Instinct takes control.My hand moves, pressing on his head, holding him in place, craving the pressure.The sound that escapes me is part moan, part desperate plea.
“Fuck yeah,” he growls, pulling my clit into his mouth again.He suckles hard, the sound obscene, wet and so fucking perfect.“Keep making those sounds for me.”
And I do.
I can’t stop.
Every time I do, his tongue dips deeper, licking through my folds.My hips move into his face, chasing every flick, pulse, and rush of heat.
Then...fuck...he adds a finger into the mix.
It slides in smoothly, his mouth still locked on my clit, his finger pumping in sync with the rhythm of his tongue.I cry out, legs jerking, everything inside me clenched tight.
It’s both too much and not enough.I need more of everything.
A garbled noise escapes from my throat as he slips in a second finger, curling them inside me.He withdraws them, then pushes back in, filling me completely.The pressure, the stretch, the way his mouth keeps working—it’s all too good.I can’t think.I can barely breathe.
I buck against him, frantic.“Reece—” My voice breaks.“Oh my God.”I twist my fingers in his hair, pulling hard as a wave of pleasure slams through me.“I’m…gonna—”
He doesn’t let up.He shifts, kissing my pussy the way he kissed my mouth earlier.I whimper as he builds it again, and somehow it’s worse this time.Better.More intense.Each pass of his tongue wrings more sound out of me.
I’m panting, writhing, fisting his hair as my thighs shake.
“Fuck, Reece… I’m so close.”
“I know you are.”His voice is a dark, smug rasp.A slow, wicked smile pulls at the corners of his glistening mouth.
He gives me one long, lazy lick.
“Eyes on me.”
Wet sounds fill the room as he settles into a rhythm that makes my head spin.His mouth works me with relentless precision, tongue dragging, sucking, circling, never letting up.I lift my head enough to watch him, and, fuck, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.His face between my thighs.Mouth glistening.His focus locked on me as if nothing else exists.
“Reece,” I gasp, my voice thin and broken.
Oh God, please.
I’m right there, so close it feels almost dangerous.My body is humming, buzzing, stretched tight with need, and if he doesn’t let me come soon, I swear I might actually combust.
Something dark flashes in his eyes.He sucks my swollen clit harder, unapologetic, and then pushes another finger inside me, curling them just right.The pressure hits so deep I cry out, my whole body jolting.
I grind against his jaw, desperate, chasing the knot of pleasure he’s built inside me as it coils tighter and tighter.There’s nothing careful left in me now.No good girl.No restraint.Simply this version of me that wants to come so badly it borders on feral.
