“But first, I want to lick you,” he said, pulling his belt free from the loops. “I want to devour that sweet pussy.”
She loved that dirty mouth, more so how comfortable he was when he spoke. It wasn’t forced; it wasn’t faked. The heat in his eyes matched the passion in his words.
“Spread your legs wider,” he instructed as he shoved his jeans down his hips, freeing his thick erection. “You’re so wet. Do you like playin’ with your pussy?”
“I like you watchin’ me,” she admitted.
His eyes snapped to her face. “It’s one of my favorite things.”
More heat flooded her veins.
“Show me that little clit.”
Violet sucked in air, doing as he said, revealing the tiny, throbbing nub.
She remained like that as he crawled onto the bed, his attention between her legs. He licked his lips, and she’d be damned if she didn’t feel it like a stroke to that little bundle of nerves.
Simon dipped his head, his mouth hovering over her pussy. The warmth of his breath tickled her sensitive flesh. And when his tongue glided leisurely around her clit, she cried out.
“Eager?”
“Hair trigger,” she said, groaning as he licked her again.
“What do you say we edge you some? Get you primed.”
She wasn’t even sure that was possible, but then Simon proved her wrong as he used his tongue to whip her into a frenzy. When she was seconds from detonating, he would change tactics, keeping her on that razor-sharp edge but never letting her go over. Pleasure bordered on pain until she thought she was going to splinter.
“Simon…” She gasped, her pussy clenching tightly with a driving need to be filled. “Simon. Please.”
His mouth disappeared as he crawled up, kissing her belly, her breasts. He stopped when he reached her mouth. Dizzy from lust, she wound her arms around his neck and kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue.
“Is it my turn yet?” she asked, dragging air into her lungs as she rolled her hips, needing friction.
“Do you want a turn?”
Violet nodded. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
His eyes blazed. “Who am I to deny you?” Simon rolled to his back. “But first, I want you to bring me the toys. Then I want you to sit on my face.”
Turned out walking wasn’t all that easy to do when there was a violent throbbing between your legs. Violet stumbled like she was drunk, but she managed to grab the toys off the dresser. She brought them back, tossing them down beside him before hopping back on the bed.
Simon helped her straddle his head so that she could suck his cock while he teased her.
“Go on,” he urged, not moving. “Put your mouth on my cock like you promised.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” she mumbled as she leaned down and did to him the same as he’d done to her. She teased with her tongue and her breath, stroking his velvet-soft flesh with her lips and hands.
“Oh, fuck, Vi. Goddamn. Your mouth … it’s fuckin’ perfect.”
Smiling around the cock lodged nearly in her throat, Violet continued to suck and stroke, surprised by how much she enjoyed doing it. She was spurred by the sounds he made, the deep, dark rumbles coming from his chest. The way his hands clenched and released on her ass as he fondled her.
She was so caught up in what she was doing, at first she didn’t realize he was teasing her asshole. But when the pleasure registered, she paused, trying to spread her legs even wider, eager for him to continue to play. It was a new sensation, one she’d never felt until the first time he licked her there.
“You want this ass eaten, don’t you, baby?” he growled, his voice raspier, darker.
“Yes.”
“Sit up,” he barked, his hands curling under her thighs as he pulled her back.
