His lips smash against mine, then he wraps my ponytail around his fist, all the way to my scalp. He maneuvers me so he can lick, kiss, and bite his way up my neck.
“You need a reminder, Goddess?” His teeth graze my earlobe.
“Uh-huh.”
He spins me around and pushes me down onto the kitchen island before reaching around, undoing my zipper. He pulls down my jeans next, along with my booty shorts, then gets down on his knees behind me.
I crane my neck to get a good look, and my god, I’ve never seen a hotter man in my life.
His hand goes into his back pocket, and he pulls out his favorite cherry lollipop, causing me to frown in confusion.
He doesn’t break eye contact when he unwraps it or when he puts it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, making a whole show of it.
He drags it through his plump lips, then, to my utter shock, he reaches forward and swipes it through my sex.
My mouth drops open, and his smile turns wicked when he drags it forward and back, before bringing it to his mouth and sucks off all my juices.
“My two favorite flavors.” He winks.
I bite my bottom lip, smirking.
There he is…my naughty Nate.
He places the candy down, then tenderly kisses the back of my thigh, then spreads me open and swipes his tongue through my open flesh. There’s nowhere to grip, and I have to contract every muscle to stop myself from pushing my ass in his face.
He spreads my legs apart so he has more room to bury his face in me, and then begins sucking, right over my clit, a straight shot to every nerve ending in my body.
“N-Nate,” I cry as he sucks hard. “Oh…ahh. Oh my god.”
His eyes darken, never leaving mine as he full-on attacks me.
I drop my head to the counter, unable to look at him any longer; he’s that hot, that just the sight of him will make me orgasm in two-point-two seconds flat.
“Look at me,” he demands, growling against me.
I turn my neck back, just as a pool of wetness drips out of me, and by the smile against my flesh, Nate has not missed it.
His tongue swipes through me, moaning as he eats me, “I love the taste of you.”
My knees begin to give. “Oh no. I’m going to?—”
“Stop.” He pulls back.
What?“Why?”
“Because the only place you’ll be coming tonight is on my dick.”
I’m panting hard, trying to hold it together, wishing he’d finish the damn job when he drags his tongue up and stops over my behind.
I tense, then he flutters his tongue over my back entrance, and I hate to admit it feels so good. I hold my breath, watching as he devours me, enjoying every last second.
My mouth goes slack at the sensation, the pleasure, the naughtiness of it all.
This should feel as good as it does.
He’s relentless, and I can’t complain. He slides four thick fingers into my sex, and he really begins to go at it, eating me like I’m his last meal, until he uses my juices to drag back and slides a finger so deep into my behind I moan loud enough the neighbors will hear.
“You like that goddess?” His voice is gravelly; I barely recognize it.
