Down.
His stomach muscles clenched and he arched his back, as her lips slammed up against his balls.
Fuck, she’s swallowed all of me.
Those gray eyes flashed up at him, and a sudden and delicious electric spark shot through him, releasing a shudder that bolted with the force of an earthquake. When the shaking finally stopped, he looked down.
You taste good, she said, licking her lips and catching the last of his release at the corner of her mouth.
Those nipples.
Would you like a bite?
Yes. Please.
She was no longer kneeling but standing before him. He brushed one with a light kiss before taking it between his teeth.
He plucked it before biting down. She purred.
Then he took as much as he could in his mouth and sucked hungrily. But it wasn’t enough.
I want more.
He pulled her toward him, and he could feel her. All of her. Is this what it would be like? What she would feel like? He ran his hands down her back. When he reached her ass, his fingers slid into her crack. She was naked. He grabbed both cheeks and pulled her up until she wrapped her legs around him. He rammed his lips against hers, his tongue devouring hers, and still he couldn’t get deep enough. Twice he’d felt her pull away, but he wouldn’t let go. When he finally released her, her cheeks were on fire and she was breathless.
I need to taste you. Now.
He grabbed the back of her thighs and hoisted her up, not stopping until she was on his shoulders. He slammed her up against a tree. Her pussy was there. Right there. He could reach it with his tongue.
Her lips were velvety like the petals of a rose. She grabbed the back ofhis head and opened for him, spreading her thighs wide. He licked that flower from root to tip, flicking her clit before entering her with his tongue. She tasted the way he imagined a mermaid would—like the sea, the sky, and the air. Sweet but not the kind of sweet that comes and goes—the kind that lingers. Not so delicate it would shatter at a gentle breeze. Something more visceral. A taste so feral it would grip his tongue, possess it, and stay with him even after she was gone. It was gripping his cock now. He was hard again.
Is this real?
I suppose now you want the cherry, she murmured.
Yes, he groaned.
You sure?
Please.
No hesitation? Not even on that final turn?
Why did she go there?
You don’t really want to be behind the wheel, do you? You want me to do it? Shall I ride you?
Okay, then.
She smiled.
He blinked. Her pussy was gone. She was no longer on his shoulders. Not even in his arms. She stood both eyes and mouth curled and cocked a whip in her hand.
The rooster crowed a third time just before she cracked the whip, and that jolt fired at his heart and his lungs so that he could hardly breathe. A surge of adrenaline shot through his veins making even his bones quiver. He felt the ground beneath him shake, open up, and he fell. And he fell. And he fell. For how long and how far he couldn’t tell. He only knew that at the end of it was complete darkness.
Clarke bolted upright.
Cock-a-doodle-do!
