‘Were you dropped on your head as a child?’ She smiles up at me, and her lips are kiss plump and her cheeks lightly flushed.
‘Babe, I’m one of four boys, and in the rough and tumble of that life, I’ve fallen from a horse at least twice and got hit on the head by a two-by-four another time.’ I hiss as I squeeze the head of my dick, but because I like the sound of her laugh, I carry on. ‘I’ve been wiped out in the surf more times than I care to admit, and when I was a kid, Raftery, my younger brother, pushed me off the top of a slippery dip, and I might’ve broke my head.’
‘Things are becoming so much clearer to me.’
Ah, man. Her laughter is like crack. Not that I’ve tried it. I drew the line at a little dope—a little cannabis—in uni back in Aus. These days, a cold beer and a hot woman are the extent of my vices.And none have ever been hotter than this woman.
‘Nah, I’m just fuckin’ with you. It was actually my arm that broke.’
While I love to make her laugh, I’m conscious of not derailing this train, so I take my cock into my hand and begin to jack it. Slowly.
‘Ungh. Open your legs, duchess,’ I rasp. ‘Remind me how pretty your pussy is.’
Her groan is one of pure need and carnality, and though she pauses, she tentatively spreads for me.
‘Fuck, that is one beautiful sight. You are the most gorgeous creature alive. I’ve been dying to taste your cunt for six long months.’
Her hips jerk from the bed as she whispers, ‘Flynn, yes!’
Fuck, yes. ‘You like the sound of that? Will you mewl and curse like you did at the beach? Will you tighten your hands in my hair and ride my face?’
‘Please, Flynn.. .’ She draws out my name over endless syllables.
‘Is that a yes?’
‘Just tell me what you want. Please.’
I want you wet on my finger and my chin.
Your cries in my ear and your body shaking beneath me.
‘Babe, it’s like getting a glimpse into heaven watching you come, and I’m gonna make you come again and again. I’m gonna make you come so hard you won’t remember your name. I’m gonna bury my head between your legs and make it my home.’
With that, I release my cock and wrap both hands around her ankles, dragging her down to the end of her bed. Unable to resist the proximity of her lush mouth, I brace my hands either side of her head and press my lips to hers.
‘Oh, Flynn...’ She wraps her fingers around my wrists and moans into my mouth, changing what was supposed to be a quick kiss into something more fierce. I push my tongue into her mouth, relishing the noises she makes as she welcomes it, sucks it, entwines it with her own. Before I change my mind and dive straight into the main course, I force myself to hook my foot around the leg of the bench, pulling it closer, ready to sit my arse down because this is a meal worth savouring.
She whimpers and murmurs my name as I pull my mouth away.
‘Shush, now,’ I whisper, beginning to kiss my way down the smooth column of her neck. I flick my tongue over her collarbone, ground her against the bed with my hands pressed to her hips. She groans her appreciation as I lick between the valley of her breasts, lave her nipples, bite the undersides of her tits.
‘Jesus, Flynn, I can’t. I just can’t—’
‘Yes, you can. And you will.’ I push her tits together, my gaze crawling up her body, my eyes meeting hers, dark and full of want. ‘You’ll take it all and then some. Because you’re Flynn’s little fuck doll.’
Her body trembles with a mixture of laughter and need as I kiss my way down her belly, situating myself between her legs. I can’t help but swallow deeply at the sight of her wetness—can’t help but lick my lips as I push her thighs apart, my eyes glued to the slick flesh between her legs.
Bending forward, the smell is.. . like heaven. Not tasting her would be like walking past a bakery without going in.Oh, Christ. I groan as I lick the full length of her with my flat tongue, pushing between her slick lips to taste every ounce of her deliciousness.
‘Jesus fuckin’ Christ, duchess. I’ve been dreaming of this since the first time.’ To reinforce the point, I lick her again—groaning again.
Chastity’s hands grasp the bedding at her hips, bucking up into my face as she expels a mouthful of garbled words.
‘Still sensitive, huh?’ Sensitive and swollen from my fingers.
‘Yes.Oh, yes!’
‘Think it might help if I do this?’ A rhetorical question. I know from experience that the answer is both yes and no as I slide my thumbs into her centre, pulling her apart like a ripe peach—you get the analogy; sweet, wet, and luscious—and blow a breath over her heated flesh.She squirms a little more, twisting her body away from my mouth. But that’ll never do. Plus, it won’t work. Not as I take her clit into my mouth.
