Standing tall, he stared down at her. “Spread your legs for me.”
She let her knees fall wide.
“More.” He nudged his chin toward her. “Hold ’em open. Keep them open no matter what. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she rasped, smiling. “Simon … please. Put your mouth on me.”
Unable to resist a command like that, he leaned down and exhaled, letting his breath fan her pussy. Her intoxicating scent went right to his head, leaving him drunk on desire and need.
Holding her thong to the side, he licked her slowly, tasting, teasing. He outlined her pussy with his mouth, learning what her different moans meant. When he flicked her clit lightly, her moans grew louder, more urgent. When he pumped his tongue inside her entrance, they took on a sultrier tone.
And when he trailed his tongue lower, rimming her asshole, she hissed, then sighed. She pulled her legs back, and he took that as an invitation to explore.
“Simon… oh, my God … That feels … oh…”
He pulled back, teasing her asshole with the tip of his finger. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?”
“No.”
“Are youopposedto someone fuckin’ you here?”
She lifted her head, meeting his gaze. “Not if it’s you.”
The power that simple statement gave him was enough to fuel a city. The thought of being the first to take her ass made his cock throb painfully against his zipper.
Wanting her to know how much he appreciated her trust in him, Simon kept licking her, laving the outer lips of her pussy, her clit, her asshole. He teased until she was begging, then he focused on her clit, suckling the tiny bundle of nerves, flicking it with his tongue while he pushed one finger into her tight, warm cunt.
“Simon!” Her back arched, her pussy fluttered around his finger as she groaned, every muscle tightening.
It was a wonder he didn’t come the moment her inner muscles locked down on his finger. He managed to refrain, letting her ride out the waves. When she settled, he stood. Before he could join her on the bed, she surprised him, sliding to the floor at his feet. He stared down at the most stunning woman he’d ever seen kneeling before him like a wet fucking dream.
“It’s my turn,” she said, unbuttoning his jeans.
While she worked them open, he toed off his boots, kicking them to the side. His pants and underwear followed, and before he knew what was happening, Violet’s fingers were curled around his shaft.
“Oh, wow,” she rasped, her eyes wide. Her gaze flicked up to his face, and she smiled. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”
Simon wasn’t sure what that meant, but a moment later, it didn’t matter because Violet opened her mouth and attempted to take his cock to the root. He was bigger than average, so itdidn’t work right away, but she was clearly determined. The only thing he could do was hold on.
“Fuck,” he hissed, gripping her by the hair to hold her in place. She was going to make him come, and he damn sure wasn’t ready for that yet.
When she licked the underside of his shaft, he tightened his grip on her hair. “Baby, don’t make me come. I intend to be inside you when I do.”
She moaned and the earth fucking tilted.
“Stop.” He pulled his hips back, attempting to get his cock out of reach, but she simply resorted to stroking him with her hands. “Violet.”
“Hmm?” She stared at his dick while she worked her soft hands up and down, up and down.
“Get up,” he ordered, tugging her hair, urging her to stand.
She did, a beaming grin on her face, a soft moan escaping. “I told you I’d have a turn.”
He laughed. Damn, she was perfect.
“You did. Now turn around,” he hissed, his cock aching, desperate.
As she did, she peered back at him, sassy and smug.
