"Wait," she cried before reaching back. She dragged a pillow down the bed and held it out to me. "For your knee."
Well, that's a first.
"You really did do your research," I told her around a wink. "Thanks, blondie."
I made myself comfortable before tucking my fingers under the elastic of her panties. I looked up to make sure she was still with me. She nodded vigorously for me to continue, her eyes full of fire and need.
She lifted her hips, helping me slip the panties off her body.Fuck, what a view.Better than any box seat in any stadium across America. And she was all mine, at least for a little while.
She was also a natural blonde.
My eyes raked her top to bottom, taking my time—we had all night, after all—memorizing every scar, curve, and freckle. Clarke squirmed under the weight of my gaze.
“Is it—it everything okay?” she asked nervously.
Aw, baby.She thought I didn’t like her perfect pussy, her luscious body. Well, she was wrong. And I would tell her so every chance I got until she believed me.
I framed her pussy with my hands. “Mm. Everything’s perfect.”
“I . . . usually wax.” She kept her eyes trained on the ceiling. “But I haven’t had a chance to do it recently. So, um, sorry.”
I shook my head. I had the sudden feeling that some jerkoff had made her feel a certain way about her body. Also, what grown ass man gave a fuck about a little pubic hair? You might as well just walk around, holding up a sign that says, "I don't know where the clit is."
“Quit thinking so much." She yelped when I tugged her down the bed until her ass met the edge. When I threw her legs over my shoulder, burying my face against her mound, she moaned. "Now lie back, relax, and let me eat this pretty pussy that I’ve been thinking about for weeks.”
She tasted like sunshine and sweet tea.
I licked a line between her pussy lips, lapping up her juices like a man who hadn't eaten in weeks. If this was my reward for avoiding gluten, I'd never eat bread again.
She bucked her hips when I drew my tongue over her clit. That only motivated me more. When I flattened a palm over her stomach, pinning her to the mattress, she whimpered. There was no escaping this torture. I took my time, gliding my tongue up and down her slit, stopping to suck on her clit.
At one point, I started drawing my jersey number through her wetness. That had her clutching my hair, rolling her hips to meet my mouth.
"That's it, blondie," I growled against her thigh. "Fuck my mouth. Take what you need to come all over my face."
She whimpered when I dove back in again.
When I knew she was close, I worked my hands up her stomach to cup her breasts. Her nipples were sensitive. All it took was a slight pinch of each nub to have her back arching off the bed. I massaged the hurt away, all the while stroking her cunt with my tongue before doing it again. And again. Until she was a panting, sobbing mess.
"Soren," she moaned. "God, please."
"Tell me what you want, blondie."
I could keep this up all night. It might mean coming in my pants, but sacrifices often yielded the best rewards.
I slid two fingers between her pussy lips, splaying her open for me. My fingers tunneled deeper, curling up to massage her G-spot. She was already drenched, but I wanted more. I needed her dripping, gushing all over my face.
"Please, please," she chanted, spasming around my fingers. It wouldn't be long now. Thank fuck, too, because my cock was practically crying to be inside her.
"Say. It."
"Please make me come, Soren.Please!"
"Good girl."
I worked her harder, faster, and this time, when I pinched her nipples, I sucked her clit, too. Hard. The combination of pain and suction was enough to set her off, screaming and thrusting against my face until I thought I might suffocate in her pussy.
What a way to go.
