“Yes, Spencer. Your mouth.” I needed more of it.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect, Bella.”
I pushed my chest out, inviting him to caress me more.
Working his way down, his tongue moved along my body, calming every bite he placed on my skin.
“You’re dripping.”
His hands ran up my thighs, dangerously close to where I craved him.
“Just for you, Daddy.” Every time I used that word on him, he folded. I could only hope that one little word would make him cave enough to give me what I wanted.
“Fuck it.”
Bingo.
The tip of his tongue trailed from the bottom of my entrance, all the way to my clit.
With one long swipe, he already had me shaking. The sensation of being able to feel his mouth on me, the mystery of what he looked like between my legs—devouring me—was out of this world erotic.
“Jesus, you taste even better than how I imagined. Fucking heaven.”
He went in for another swipe. And another. Repeating the process until his beard rubbed me raw. I wished I could see his face between my legs for the first time, but the feeling of it was hot enough that I could picture it clear as day.
After devouring my slick center, he latched on to my clit. The vibrations of his moans and the suction from his mouth felt more intense than I’d ever felt before.
My hips naturally started to grind against his face, and my hand snaked up to my chest, toying with my nipple and plucking it even harder than he had been just moments ago.
Unable to match the sounds he made to the way he looked, I imagined his heady eyes from the night I tasted him on my tongue. I imagined his hand grabbing his cock firmly through his slacks, forcing himself not to come solely based on the way I tasted. I imagined I was the best he’d ever had just like he was for me.
“Yes. Yes,” I chanted, filling the space around us with my moans. With each suck and lick, he brought me closer to the finish line.
“You’re fucking drenched, Avery. My beard is soaked.”
He dove in for more.
I didn’t have to see myself to know I was wet. Between him going down on me, the blindfold depriving me of my sight, and my orgasm peeking through, I was fully aware of what this man was capable of doing to my body.
“Oh my God,” I panted, my breaths becoming shorter.
“Come on my tongue. I need to taste all of you.”
Everything about his mouth sent me over the edge. His filthy words. The way his tongue worked me so precisely, like he’d already known his way around my pussy from experience.
“I’m there, Spencer. I-I’m there.”
With one hand fisting his hair, and the other tightly pinching my nipple, I rode out every drop of my orgasm on his tongue.
Licking me clean, he continued to eat like he was going back for seconds. Helping himself until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“You have no idea how pretty you look when you come, baby.” His voice vibrated against my thighs before he stood up and slipped the silk from my eyes.
My vision took a moment to adjust to the bright light, but when it did, I took in the man in front of me.
Hair a mess, lips glistening with traces of me, his shirt wide open, and chest heaving at the same rate as mine. We sat there in a daze, me recovering from the most intense orgasm I’d everexperienced, and him with a look on his face like he was ready to pounce the moment I was ready for round two.
Avery was a goddamn vision.My dream girl. The type of woman I hadn’t come across in forty years and just about gave up on finding. Then that night at the bar changed everything. Every time she spoke, I found myself wanting to know more about her. Whenever I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her, like right now, I had this burning desire churning in my stomach to show her just how much I couldn’t get enough of her.
