Page 59 of Love Me

I step back, admiring the view.

“Take a pic. It might last longer.”

“If anyone else sees you like this, I’ll kill them.”

Celine props her elbows on the hood, legs spread. At the invitation, I step between her thighs and drop to my knees. Such a beautiful pussy: rosy, puffy, and glistening. Need tears through me while I come apart in front of my altar of worship. My tongue meets her core. A note of musk and sweetness coats my taste buds, making me drunk on her. How I missed this, nothing between us.

“So wet, my sky. I could spend all my life eating this sweet pussy of yours.”

“Kaden…” My name out of her lips is a moan of surrender.

Yes, feel me, take me, let me own you like you own me.

“… no games tonight.”

“The only game we’ll be playing is how many times can I make you come.”

And like the starved man I am, I dive in––famished for her. Opening her pussy lips with two fingers, I lick at her slit from bottom to top. She sucks in a breath while I coax even more wetness from her. Pleasuring her fills every crevice in me with satisfaction.

Laving her clit, she bucks up. My hand splays on her stomach to keep her in place. I haven’t even begun. She will come so hard and so often, she’ll realize it’s only me for her.

Seeing her lost in the haze of lust pumps me up. Heat courses through my veins, firing me up. I can’t stop, won’t stop until I push her over the edge so I can catch her.

Her honey taste makes me ravenous, and I bury my face in her hot core, drinking her up. I don’t need air when I can feast on her nectar. Her wetness paints my chin as I slurp greedily. Her hands find my hair and tug at the ends of it. Each moan gets higher in pitch.

Yes, show me how much you crave me. God knows you’re everything I crave. My rapture and my perdition.

I want her to explode on my tongue. Snaking my hands around her thighs, I pull her even closer to my face. With my mouth and nose buried in her pussy, I don’t stop until she starts trembling. Her belly muscles constrict, and she cries out my name, filling me with pride that I could roar to the sky above.

“Number one,” I say, placing a kiss on her pussy and trailing my lips against her thigh.

“Wait, what?”

“My fingers are next. Be a good girl and take everything I give you.”

Standing up, I slap her pussy, wanting her mad with desire. Another tremor rocks her. She settles her feet flat on the hood, splaying her legs like a butterfly. She’s the most exquisite vision, and I can’t stop gorging on it.

At the open invitation, I step between her legs. One hand grips her waist, the other fists her hair. I kiss her with pent-up passion while my fingers trail down her smooth stomach and between her thighs. Reaching her slick center, I push two fingers inside of her. She moans in my mouth, feeding me life and endless delight.

“I can’t decide where I would rather live. Inside your sweet mouth or pussy.”

“Both?”

“So greedy, my sky?”

“For you? Always.”

If it were possible, I’d freeze this moment between us: sweet vulnerability yet animalistic desire––the perfect intimacy. I push my fingers in and out of her, coaxing every bit of pleasure. My thumb presses against her clit. Her walls clench around me, and I can’t wait to sheathe myself in her. Eagerness spurs me on, but this is about her. And seeing what I do to her gives me the best fucking high.

“Yes, squeeze my fingers. Show me what I do to your pussy and how needy you are for me.”

A shudder skates down my spine at how good it will feel when her walls clench around my damn cock. My thumb circles her clit in lazy strokes while I admire the woman laid open for me––my personal buffet and I can’t help but overeat.

Her eyes are glazed over, looking at me with raw emotions that put me on my damn knees. I dip my head to kiss her again and we both moan-groan when our tongues meet.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are like this?”

“I do…”

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