She hesitates for just a second, and I see the vulnerability flash in her eyes. Then her thighs part slowly, and the sight of her—pink and glistening and ready for me—nearly overwhelms me from taking her right then and there.
“Wider,” I say.
She obeys, letting her knees fall open and fully exposing herself to me. I groan because I’ve never seen anything more perfect, more beautiful, more mine.
“Good girl,” I rasp, my hands gripping her inner thighs and pushing them even further apart. “Look at you. So fucking wet for me already. Do you have any idea how perfect this pussy is?”
I settle between her legs, my hands gripping her thighs and pushing them further apart. I can see everything now, every glistening fold, and my mouth waters. I lower my head, dragging my tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick from bottom to top, and she cries out, her hips bucking off the bed.
The taste of her explodes on my tongue, sweet and addictive, and I groan against her.
“Stay still,” I order, pressing her hips down firmly against the mattress. “I want to taste every fucking inch of you.”
I work her with my mouth, licking through her folds, sucking her into my mouth, my tongue circling her clit. I want to own her pleasure.
I flatten my tongue against her clit and lick in broad strokes, then switch to quick flicks that make her thighs quiver. She tastes so good I can’t get enough. Her hands fist in my hair, pulling hard, and I growl against her. The vibration travels straight through her core. She moans louder, her hips trying to grind against my face.
I dip my tongue inside her, fucking her with it. Then I drag it back up to her clit, sucking the swollen bud into my mouth.
“Oh god, Jace, please.”
I push two fingers inside her, curling them up to find that spot that makes her see stars. I know the moment I find it because her whole body jerks and she cries out.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my breath hot on her wet skin.
I pump my fingers in and out, hitting that spot with every thrust while my mouth works her clit. I suck hard, then soft,alternating the pressure, keeping her guessing, keeping her right on the edge.
I add a third finger, stretching her. I can sense the resistance before she opens up for me. The stretch makes her gasp, and I pump harder, faster, my fingers making obscene wet sounds as they work in and out of her.
Her thighs start to tremble against my shoulders, and I know she’s right on the edge. I can feel it in the way her breathing has gone ragged and desperate.
“Come on my tongue, Bells,” I command, my voice muffled against her. “Let me taste it.”
I curl my fingers hard against that spot and suck her clit into my mouth at the same time. She shatters with a scream, her whole body going taut, her back arching off the bed. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, pulsing and clenching as her orgasm rips through her. I can taste her release, feel it coating my fingers, but I don’t let up. I keep licking, sucking, pumping my fingers through every wave until she’s pushing at my head. She is oversensitive and shaking.
I pull back and stand up beside the bed. My chin is wet with her, and I don’t bother cleaning it off. I want to fucking wear her like a badge of honor.
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. Then I undo my belt, pop the button on my jeans, and shove them down my hips along with my boxers. My cock springs free, already hard and leaking, the head flushed dark with need.
Lola’s eyes go wide as she takes me in, and I see her swallow hard. I’m not small, and I know it. I’ve never had any complaints.
I smirk.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name,” I tell her, reaching down to grab my jeans off the floor. I grab acondom, tearing it open with my teeth. “The only word you’re going to remember is my name.”
I roll the condom on slowly, stroking myself from base to tip a few times while she watches. Her pupils are blown wide with lust, and her chest is still heaving from her orgasm. Knowing that I did that to her makes me even harder.
Then I’m on her, settling between her thighs. I grip my cock at the base, running the head through her wetness, dragging it up and down her slit, bumping against her clit and making her whimper. I push in just the tip before pulling back out simply to tease her.
“Tell me again,” I demand, my eyes locked on hers. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” she whispers.
“Louder. I want to hear you say it.”
“I love you, Jace.”
I slam into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt, and we both groan. She’s so fucking tight, so wet, and the sensation of her wrapped around me—her walls stretching to accommodate my size—is almost too much. I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming right here and now.
