I breathe her in.
Fuck.That scent slams into me, sweet, hot, soaked in need.I close my eyes, just for a second, and breathe her in.Filling my lungs with what already belongs to me.Because she does.Every desperate inch.
She shifts.Just a twitch in her thighs.But I see it.Feel it. She’s panting already, trying like hell to stay still.
I look up at her, my lips curl into a wicked smirk.
“You smell like heaven,” I say.
I hook a finger through the waistband of her panties, eyes locked on hers.No hesitation.No mercy.I tear that soaked little scrap in half.It never stood a chance.
Her bare, glistening pussy hits me, pure adrenaline straight to my cock.I drag my stare down, drinking her in, jaw clenched with restraint I have no intention of keeping.
“And I’m about to fucking destroy it,” I bite out.“You’re so beautiful,” I snarl, voice rough as sandpaper, my hands tightening around her thighs as I shove them further apart.“Now keep those legs wide open, be a good little slut, and let me taste every filthy inch you’ve been keeping from me.”
And then I’m on her.Mouth pressed to her pussy, starved, desperate.My tongue drags through her heat, slow at first, filthy and possessive.I’m not just eating her.I’m owning her.One fucking mouthful at a time.
She moans, loud and unfiltered.Her fingers claw for the edge of the table, back arching, hips twitching like she can’t help herself.
Good.
Let her feel what she does to me.But I’m not stopping.Hell, I’ve barely even started.She wanted the storm…I’m about to tear her world apart.
I drag my tongue over her again… long, slow, filthy, from the slick heat of her entrance all the way to the top, pausing at her clit just long enough to make her whimper.
Then I pull away.“Stay still,” I command, voice low and razor-sharp.“You move before I say, and I’ll fucking stop.”
My grip tightens, pinning her open, mouth hovering just above the place she’s already throbbing for me.
“Be good, baby,” I murmur, lips brushing her skin, “or you won’t get to come on my face until I say so.”
She freezes, breath caught, thighs twitching, her whole body strung tight beneath my grip.
So fucking perfect.
I smirk.And then I get to work.
I flatten my tongue and drag it through her slowly.Long deliberate strokes.I don’t rush.I don’t need to.Every flick of my tongue is a statement.A claim.
She whimpers, her hips trying to rise, but my hands lock tighter around her thighs, keeping her pinned wide open for me.She’s at my mercy… exactly where she belongs.
I lick her again and again.Slower this time, just to feel her shudder.Just to hear the way her breath turns into broken little moans.Her thighs quake when I circle her clit, lazy, teasing, just enough pressure to make her gasp and not nearly enough to let her come.
Her pussy’s soaked, trembling under my mouth, and all I can think is how fucking good she tastes.How she’s dripping for me like her body knows I’m the only one who gets to have it.
I keep circling her clit.Slow, lazy strokes, tongue working her like she’s the only thing I’ll ever want in my mouth again.
She gasps.Hips twitch.But she doesn’t move.
Good girl, she’s fucking learning.
I groan against her, the sound rumbling deep in my chest and vibrating straight through her soaked pussy.
She cries out.It’s sharp, broken, and perfect.
It’s a sound that wrecks me.A sound I’ll chase until she’s trembling and begging for more.
“Already so fucking sweet,” I mutter against her pussy, licking her again.This time slower, more filthier.
