“God, Linc,” she moans.
I pick up my pace, eliciting another moan, then another. A whole string of curses as I press my tongue harder against her needy little nub.
Tightening her grip in my hair, she grinds against my face. Rides it. Taking her pleasure. Demanding it.
Her arousal coats my lips, my cheeks and chin. It drips down my face, and I swear to god, it’s got me so turned on I think I might actually come in my pants. Just from this. Grinding against my couch while she suffocates me between her legs.
I’m dangerously close to embarrassing myself when she tenses and lets out a guttural moan. She rolls her hips, picking up her pace until her body quakes and her muscles lock up. As her pussy pulses against my fingers, her back bows, curving enough to lift her so high she practically arches off the couch.
She says my name when she comes, and fuck if that isn’t the sweetest goddamn sound I’ve ever heard.
“Shit,” she gasps as her body goes limp and collapses against the sunken cushions, her ragged breaths making her tits shake.
With my mouth still at her centre, I slowly lick her up and down, attention on her flushed face.
Intense need floods my system. A sensation stronger than anything I’ve ever experienced. It wasn’t enough. How the hell wasn’t it enough?
I should wrap this up. Fuck her quick and then get my ass to work. Or?—
“I’m gonna need you to do that one more time for me, Gracie.” With a groan, I close my mouth around her clit and suck.
Her hips buck, and she squeals, trying to push my head away. “Hey.Ah. It’s too much. I need a second.”
With a chuckle, I throw her legs over my shoulders and lick the length of her slit.
She closes her knees against my face, forcing me back.
“On a bit of a time crunch, babe.” I squeeze her ass with both hands. “I don’t have a second.”
She stills. And so do I. Hoping to god she’ll let that little word stumble slide.
Babe. Gracie may be a lot of things, but she’s definitely not my woman. I’m in no position to be giving her pet names.
“I, uh…” She sighs, her body sagging. “I can’t usually come more than once… unless I do it myself. So as much as I appreciate your”—she lifts her head and grins—“enthusiasm. We’ll be here for a very long time if you try to do that again.”
I nip at her ink-covered thigh and slide my hand between her legs, working her clit with my thumb. “You’ll come, because I’m fucking telling you to come.”
“I don’t think it works that way.” She arches again, hips tilting towards me, her body begging for my mouth despite her protests.
“Does with me,” I say. “I amverygood at getting women where they need to go.”
She snorts. “You know, men have a bad habit of thinking very highly of themselves. And us women have a bad habit of letting them.”
I quirk a brow. “Meaning?”
“Meaning.You sure they didn’t just let you think that?”
I bark out a laugh. God, this woman and her fucking mouth. “I’m sure.”
Grabbing her by the waist, I flip her over, pulling a yelp from her as she hits the cushions. I yank up her hips and position her the way I want—perfect ass front and centre, inches from my face, knees on the cushions.
“Tell you what. I’m gonna work your pretty little cunt until your legs shake. When I’m done, you can let me know if you faked it. Hands on the back of the couch. And arch this ass up for me.”
I don’t catch what she mutters in response, but she does as I ask. Spine bowing, pushing her ass up, giving me the perfect view of what I’m about to eat. A gasp falls from her mouth as I spread her wider, opening her ass cheeks, stretching her open. I spit on her pussy and then glide my tongue from her clit to her asshole. And with a groan, I bury my face deep between her legs.
Her body trembles, a beautiful, shaky moan slipping from her mouth.
“Told you this ass would be mine,” I say, voice muffled as I chuckle against her skin.
