Page 540 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

“For me, she does.

“And she tastes so… fuckin’… good…”

I’m staring down at him,

my fingers raking the back of his neck,

wanting to pause this second,

the way he’s looking up at me,

hot, obsessed, wrecked,

and a little ruthless.

Each pass gets messier,

cream clingin’ to the corners of his mouth, the taste pulling moans out of him.

Every time I sink lower,

his tongue slides deeper.

Every time I grind down,

his mouth parts wider.

And when my orgasm climbs,

dripping hot,

he opens me up and eats what spills.

And just before I come, he rips himself away from my pussy with my cream coating his tongue. He rises slow, drunk on me, grabs my jaw, forcing my lips open,

and sweeps his tongue across mine.

We moan together with my arousal melting in our mouths.

“Fuck, Allison.

“I need inside you. Now.

“Right now.”

Between us, his hand falls to his zipper,

his eyes blown and burning alive.

He pops his button,

unzips,

then his cock’s flushed, angry, leaking,

laying heavy in his fist.

“Turn around,” he says against my lips.