Her thighs parted, her knees falling open as she exposed herself to me completely. The sight nearly brought me to my knees—her perfect pussy glistening, flushed pink and inviting and framed by the smooth skin of her thighs.
“Good girl,” I rasped, my throat suddenly dry. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal filled my senses, making my mouth water and my dick throb with the overwhelming urge to bury itself inside her.
Clara stared at me, her eyes wide and needy as she devoured every inch of skin I revealed as I stripped off my jeans and boxer briefs. When I freed my fat cock, she let out a breathy, almost inaudible gasp.
Her gaze remained fixed on my shaft as I climbed onto the bed and moved over her slowly. I savored the anticipation, the beauty of her flushed skin, and the heat radiating from her center. My hands traced her curves, sliding upward to cup the heavy weight of her tits, my thumbs brushing roughly over her stiff, puckered nipples. She arched into my touch, her pelvis lifting toward mine instinctively, silently pleading for more.
“Look at you.” My voice was husky as I leaned in to trail my mouth down the soft slope of her throat, tasting the rapid pulse beneath her skin. “You’re fucking stunning, baby. So perfect in my big bed where you can open those pretty thighs as far as they’ll go. Fuck, your wet little pussy is just waiting for my mouth.”
She whimpered softly, her nails digging into my shoulders as my mouth moved lower, capturing one perfect nipple betweenmy lips and sucking hard before scraping my teeth roughly across the sensitive flesh. Clara writhed beneath me, her breath coming in sharp, needy pants, and her body shaking as she rocked, seeking friction.
“Be still.”
I gave her a soft kiss in reward when she did as I asked. Then I took my time, lavishing attention on her tits before dragging my mouth lower still. I pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses down the gentle curve of her stomach, already picturing it round with my baby. “Gonna bury my come so deep inside you there’ll be no way it doesn’t take.”
My fingers gripped her hips firmly, holding her still as I moved to settle between her legs. Her scent intensified, making my cock leak as I stared hungrily at her glistening pussy, already soaked and ready.
My gaze locked with hers as I hovered above her core, my breath hot against her sensitive flesh. “Your pussy is perfect, baby. So fucking pink and hungry for my tongue.”
I didn’t waste another fucking second. Lowering my head, I pressed my mouth to her drenched pussy, savoring her sweet, intoxicating taste on my tongue. She moaned, arching up instinctively, desperate for more friction, but I tightened my grip on her hips, holding her firmly in place against the mattress.
Her thighs trembled, spreading wider as I licked deep, circling her clit before diving lower to plunge my tongue inside her tight, swollen entrance. Her hips rocked against my mouth, her breath coming in ragged, needy gasps.
“Fuck, Clara, you’re dripping all over my tongue.” My voice vibrated against her slick, heated flesh, making her shudder. “This pussy was starving for me, wasn’t it, baby?”
She whimpered something unintelligible, her fingers gripping the sheets as her hips moved restlessly, begging me without words to give her what she needed. I growled and sealedmy mouth around her swollen clit and sucked hard, making her gasp and shake beneath me. Her incredible tits rose and fell rapidly with each ragged breath, the sight making my dick pulse harder.
Clara was impatient, she tried pumping her hips up faster in a desperate search for release. I responded instantly, turning her just far enough to land a sharp spank on her luscious ass. The crack echoed loudly, the perfect sound of my palm meeting soft, heated flesh, followed by Clara’s startled gasp. Her eyes snapped down to meet mine, half outraged and half wildly aroused.
“This is my pussy, Clara,” I reminded her, meeting her challenging gaze without an ounce of apology. My voice was unyielding as I pinned her with a stare that promised delicious punishment. “I decide what you get and when you come.”
Her eyes narrowed, heat flashing behind her defiant gaze. I could see the sass building, the protest forming on those perfect lips. But before she could say a damn word, I raised a brow in clear warning. “You really want to test me right now, baby?”
My tone was edged with a promise of exactly what would happen if she pushed me. I had no problem spending hours pleasuring her without letting her climax.
Clara glared, but wisely closed her mouth again, her breath hitching as I deliberately leaned forward, dragging my tongue slowly from her slick entrance all the way up, circling around her clit without giving her the direct contact she craved. Her muscles tightened, frustration and desire warring openly on her heated face.
I kept my eyes locked firmly on hers, savoring the sight of Clara trembling, spread wide, and desperate beneath me. The pink hue spread from her cheeks down to her chest, sweat glistening on her smooth skin as I slid two fingers deep inside her tight, dripping pussy. Her inner muscles clenchedhard around my digits, gripping me like she couldn’t stand the thought of letting me go, causing come to spurt from my cock.
“You gonna behave?” I demanded, my voice a dark promise of pleasure and torment.
She nodded frantically, her breath catching as her fingers curled tighter in the sheets.
“Yeah?” I pushed in further, teasing that sensitive spot inside but not giving her what she wanted yet. “Gonna be good?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice shaking with need. Her eyes were pleading, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. “Please, Ronan.”
I held her there for a second, just taking in her flushed skin, parted lips, and chest that was rising and falling too fast. Then I dropped my gaze between her thighs again, letting it linger.
“Now, who owns this pussy?”
Her cheeks burned hotter, but she didn’t look away this time.
“You.” Her voice broke into a breathless whimper, her thighs quivering as she arched her hips helplessly toward my hand. “It’s yours, Ronan.”
“Damn right,” I growled as I fucked her slowly with my fingers, deliberately holding her right on the razor-sharp edge of orgasm.
Her body strained toward mine, her hips attempting to buck against my hand, trying desperately to chase the friction I was barely giving her. Clara’s hands twisted in the sheets, her head thrown back and her eyes squeezed shut as her breath came in broken gasps.
