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The whole world was swirling, my clit aching to be touched. That was the one thing he had neglected.

“Please.”

“What do you want, kitten? Tell me what you want.” He laid on my chest, gently pumping his fingers, his teeth on my neck. “Tell Daddy what you want, and I will give it to you.”

“Eat me,” I whimpered, writhing beneath him.

Growling, he shot down my torso and aggressively buried his face. I shrieked, jolted at how ferocious he was…and how good! Tangling my fingers in his hair, I pushed him further into me, riddled with shock at how firm and stimulating his tongue was as he slurped up every drop of fruit and honey.

“Yes, yes, yes, Wyatt. Oh, shit, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Groaning, his palms pressed to the backs of my thighs, pinning them against my stomach, his thumbs parting my lips. Dipping his chin, his tongue thrust inside my pussy, lapping at the mashed fruit, suckling it out loudly.

My eyes rolled and I grabbed the back of the sofa, bucking into his face. “So good, yes!”

He pulled my flesh into his mouth and released it with a pop several times in several spots, gulping down every trace of the food. When it was all gone, he flattened his tongue and circled the entirety of my pussy a few times, groaned, and pushed it inside me again.

He seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was. Was that possible? Did guys really get off on this?

His middle finger hooked and shoved inside. His jaw lowering, his tongue snaked out, the tip wiggling quickly over my clit.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I shrieked, finally getting stimulation where I needed it.

Pushing his finger deep, he pressed his thumb to the spot just below my clit, pulled it into his mouth, and suckled it, swirling his tongue at the same time.

“Wyatt!” I screamed, liquid fire flowing through my veins, burning me from the inside out.

His finger found my g-spot and stopped exploring my insides, concentrating on that spongy patch. He covered the whole top of my pussy, his upper lip and teeth over the top of the mound. The flat part of his tongue swayed back and forth, sucking hard.

He broke away and peered up my torso, past my tits jiggling from the force of his fingers. “Cum for me, kitten. Let me hear you scream my name.”

My toes curled, my belly tightening. The spot getting sensitive, a pressure was building. One second, I was bracing for the release, the next, my sight turned black, my hips bucked toward him, and I was screeching, no longer in control of the way my body rolled and thrashed.

“Wyatt!” I whined, needing mercy.

“Fucking Christ,” he croaked, slowing his finger. His palms rubbed their way up my body as he lifted to make eye contact. Fondling my breasts, a leisure, wicked smile spread across his face.

Reeling, my muscles were still twitching, my body convulsing. What the hell was that? That was amazing.

He took his time and stood, his stare silently demanding I not dare look away. His chin glistening with my wetness, he untied the string of his sweatpants. I wanted to look but was too afraid of what he’d do if I broke our stare.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a while, kitten. I’m about to change your world.”

Chapter 37

Wyatt Shaw

I kicked the sweats aside, standing in front of her with my dick in my palm. I hadn’t seen her chest move to take a breath in quite a while, her complexion paling. My tongue dragged over my mouth, tasting her juices. She had been worth the wait. I was glad I had been patient and not taken advantage. Hearing her scream my name, feeling her squirm and shake…tasting that delicious pussy… all worth the wait.

“Look at my cock, kitten.”

She bit her bottom lip and arched her brows, a hint of fear flickering in her dark, velvety eyes. Bit by bit, she lowered her sight. I expected to hear a gasp of fright and hesitancy but was rewarded with the most beautiful purr that sent a shiver down my spine, my hair standing on end.

Moving my fist, my fingers and thumb held up the tip, showing the five, evenly spaced barbells along the shaft of my cock, ending with a ring at the base.

Without any prompting, before I could even think of what to tell her to do to me, she turned a wrist toward the ceiling and gently dragged her first two fingers from the ring to the tip, feeling each one.

My lids closed and I sighed, shuddering with pleasure. I had come across experienced women in the past who were intimidated or frightened or turned off by my piercings. Chastity, who had only been introduced to sex eight months earlier, seemed enthralled.