Page 51 of Five Days to Be Mine

“Lower.” His hands cup my ass cheeks, bringing me down to his face.

Oh god. This can’t be happening.

I try to push away the anxiety, to relax, but I'm too freaked out by cutting off his air supply.

“Stop it.” Evan gives my ass a quick slap.

Before I can say anything, his lips are working my pussy, sucking my labia lips.

“Oh, Evan.”

His tongue is swirling around my clit, furiously.

Every swipe of his tongue makes me wet.

And wetter, as he holds my hips, presses me down against his face, I can feel his nose against my seam.

His mouth is hot over my pussy. His tongue works in a rolling way, covering every inch.

The pleasure climbs with every suck.

My heart is racing, sweat is breaking out on my brow.

Behind my closed eyelids, a pleasured frenzy breaks out from the cluster of nerves.

“More, please!” I pant out.

He’s taking me almost to the edge. I can feel it, my body tightening in anticipation.

I feel so wet. And full. I'm warm and freaking out. "Evan, I think I might pee on you."

His tongue swipes deep into my pussy, flicking and lapping, and I don't care about the weird sensation. The fullness sort of eases, and it turns to pleasure, so bright and hot.

It feels good as I gush out liquid, exploding on his face.

Using the headboard, I try to lift myself off, but his firm hands keep me in place.

His tongue is laving my sensitive clit making my heart thud in rhythm to his licks. My pulse is racing, setting off a new climax. I'm shaking with the force of it as I explode again. It feels as if my soul wants out of my body, in some kind of pleasure bender.

Tears are rolling down my face.

Gently, Evan lifts me up.

I stare down at his dark eyes and I see warmth there and trust.

I know I can trust this man and that makes me want to run out on him again.

“Beautiful, Mara. Have you ever squirted before?” His face is shiny with my juices.

He has me in his arms, pressing my head against his shoulder.

He throws a blanket over us and nuzzles my neck.

That explains the fullness, the immense sense of pleasure.

“Don’t think so.”

“I’m glad to be your first, then.” He laces my hand through his.

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