I know when I find the spot.
She ripples around me. More and more. Harder and harder. Her body dances along in that maddening rhythm; she can’t keep still, riding my hand. The queen’s taking what’s hers.
Fuck. This cunt, this grip—tight from wanting, from trying to hold back.
And when I latch onto her clit, all suction and no mercy… she breaks.
“Pres, fuck! Fuck, Pres, I’m… Oh my…”
She pulses around me.
Her grip turns brutal. Her thighs quake.
I keep her pinned—one hand fucking her, the other locking her hips to the wall.
Her moans splinter into my name, again and again.
“Pres! Pres! PRES!”
So raw, until she remembers to muffle her pleasure in her hand again.
And I stay kneeling, mouth sealed around her, drawing out every last tremor, fingers curling deep in slowmotion while I watch her. The woman who ‘never comes from oral’ falling apart. Legs shaking. Pride gone. Body mine.
The same woman I’m tempted to keep eating until she comes again, just to prove it wasn’t her. Never her. Just the selfish, silly boys she used to waste her time on.
Her hips sway with the rhythm of my slowing strokes. I kiss her gently, soft licks across her clit, down to her lips. She’s smooth, warm, soaked in the only thing I crave now. Alcohol was easy to quit. This? This is fucking impossible.
“That… was…”
I finish the sentence for her. “The best pussy I’ve ever tasted.” Then I grin. “Is squirting on your list?”
She tugs my hand away.
Too far?Apparently.
I can’t help the smirk. It’s cute that she thinks we’re done.
I sit back on my heels and grip her waist. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I don’t… squirt.” She settles back against the wall.
“You didn’t think you could come from oral until tonight.”
Color rushes into her cheeks, her gaze flicking away. Not quite what I was aiming for.
“Mia.” I slide a finger through her slit and bring it to my mouth, hunger blooming wild in my chest. I close my eyes, and the wordsnever enoughstamp themselves behind my lids.
When I open them, she’s staring—redder, breathless, lips parted in disbelief and something… naughtier.
“I’ve never tasted anything better. If you squirted for me?On me?” I run my finger over herentrance again. Once. Twice. Her hips follow. “It’d be hot as fuck. I’d drink down every drop.”
Her eyes shut tight. Too tight.
I pull back and soften my voice. “Hey.” I wait for her stare to meet mine. “But only if it turns you on like it does me. I mean that.”
She exhales like I just took a weight off her chest.
“It’s only good if it’s good for both of us. I’ll never, ever try to push you into something you’re not into. Just like I’d expect the same.”
