My need.
To mark and own this girl, which is absolutelyinsane.
Dropping to my haunches, I lose her chokehold on my dick, but we’ll get to that later.
Right now, I’m practically salivating at the wish for a taste of her. Drawing her leg by the back of her knee, I drape it over my shoulder and allow one inhale of her sweet fucking cunt before diving in.
My tongue lashes out over her entrance, then drags up to her swelling nub. Sienna’s fingers lace through my hair, and she pursues me, rolling her curvy little hips as a gasp fills the air between us.
I have so much I want to say, but I’m fixated on how amazing she tastes. How her body slightly trembles under my touch on her thighs as I keep her parted and open for me to consume.
My cock aches for release while Sienna runs her hand back and forth through my hair, urging me forward. I’ve never known hunger for one person before, not like this. Not when I feel as though my whole body is going to combust if I’m not inside her. That if I don’t sink so far and deep that I’ll never feel fulfilled.
“Micah,” Sienna mewls through sexy little pants. “Take me to the bedroom.”
“Come on my tongue.”
She lets out a little grunt of frustration, but she doesn’t stop trying to ride my face.
No, she takes and petitions for more.
“Goddamn, sweetheart,” I mutter against her core, feeling her drench me, the stubble on my face, as I press a long kiss to her core with my tongue. “I can’t wait for you to drown my cock with this pussy. Feel you so fucking deep again.”
“I want that,” I hear her say through strained pants. “Micah, please…”
I reach behind her and spread both of her asscheeks with my palms. “Every hole, Sienna. I want to feel every…single…fucking hole.”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Whatever you want.”
Oh, shit.
If I had it my way, I’d have her for a fucking week. I’d keep her in bed for me to fuck, explore, and devour until I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t leave the bed, or remember my damn name.
I want to lose myself in her, become absolutely sated, and keep coming back for more.
“Micah…” Sienna’s hold tightens on my hair. “I’m going to come.”
I knead the soft flesh of her ass, humming in contentment when I suck her clit between my lips and thrust two fingers inside her tight as fuck cunt.
I pump four times before she’s rasping out her climax. Fucking my fingers and mouth as she climbs and falls. I wait for her to become almost deadweight against my shoulder when I carefully place her leg back down and rise, finding her cheeks flush from her orgasm and her eyes now a glossy gold that looks like it just hit the sun.
“God, I hope you’re sensitive”—I lift her by her waist, and she instantly wraps her legs around me—“because I can’t wait to hear you scream.”
5
SIENNA
“Noooo.”
I stare at my newly assassinated flat tire, palm face-planted on my forehead, and I give up on today.
I’m done.
Not only am I late for work, but everything that could have gone wrong today has. I spilled coffee all over theinsideof my purse—don’t ask—I almost fell down the two stairs down my porch because I apparently forgot that I was wearing heels and how to walk in them, and it was my day to bring breakfast for the other teachers.
We alternate days. It’s like a sacred thing that, on your assigned day, you bring in pastries, donuts, muffins, whatever, or the rest of the staff is going to be pissed for the rest of the day.
It happened to Carol Masters, who teaches third grade, a few months back, and folks wouldn’t talk to her for over a week.
