Devouring all that sweetness.
I couldn’t get enough.
Her thighs tightened around my head, and I slowed down.
I did not want this to end.
I didn’t want her to come yet, because I was a selfish prick and I wanted more.
She was bucking against me, tugging at my hair as a sexy moan escaped her mouth.
My tongue slipped inside her, and I fucked her relentlessly.
In and out, over and over.
“Cutler. Please,” she said, her voice strained and sexy as hell as she begged me to give her what she wanted.
What she so desperately needed.
My thumb moved to her clit as my tongue continued to devour her.
The sound of her labored breaths mixed with her moans had my dick throbbing.
Her legs tightened around my head, and my name was a cry on her lips as she went over the edge.
She continued grinding up against me, and I didn’t pull back.
I let her ride out every last bit of pleasure.
And when she finally slowed, and I pulled back to look at her, it nearly took my breath away.
Gracie Reynolds just might ruin me in a way I’d never seen coming.
Pun intended.
twelve
. . .
Gracie
I couldn’t move.
Couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t speak.
My body was in a state of euphoria.
It wasn’t like I didn’t know how to pleasure myself, but this was—next level.
This was completely different.
The feel of his mouth on me.
His lips on me.
His tongue.
