Page 92 of The Worst Pucking Deal

She smiles through her tears. “I think…” pausing briefly, she shudders. “Is it okay if I’m Lucia Perry?”

Those words… words I thought I never wanted to hear wrap around my heart, stirring something dark and untamed inside me. “Say that again,” I rasp, grinding against her.

“Lucia Perry has a nice ring to it,” she smirks.

After letting go of her wrists, I pick her up, and she immediately wraps her legs around me while I squeeze the soft globes of her ass. “LP has a nice ring to it.”

“LP?”

Now it’s my turn to smirk. “Limited Partner. Lovely Pussy—”

She cuts me off. “Licking Pussy?”

I’m about to laugh when I notice how wide her eyes are, and the fire in them. “Are you saying…” I trail off, wanting her to confirm what I’m suspecting.

“Yes, Sawyer. I want you to put me down on the bed and feast between my legs.” She shudders, but doesn’t back down.

Lucia

Panic claws at me the second my back hits the mattress, and it takes everything in me not to scurry away from Sy’s probing gaze.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I do; I watch him slowly undress and as long as I can see his eyes, I’m okay. But even for the brief moment his face is obscured when he bends to push his pants down, is enough to send my panic skyrocketing again.

“Sawyer,” I plead.

“Yes, sweet bunny?” he rasps.

I don’t know what I’m asking for, so I don’t continue talking. Instead, I greedily run my eyes all over his gloriously naked body. From the top of his head, his intense eyes, chiseled jaw, and the way the ends of his hair caress his shoulders. Then I shamelessly ogle his broad chest, his dark, peaked nipples, the grooves and hard lines on his torso. The dark line of hair leading from his navel and down to the enticing V that’s pointing to his hard cock. Precum glistens on the purple tip, making it all shiny and tasty looking.

Without meaning to, I lick my lips. “Like what you see?” he asks, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Yes,” I croak.

“Mhmm, me too, wife. Me fucking too.” He moves closer, slowly sitting down beside me rather than between my legs. “I love the way you shudder when I kiss you here.” His lips graze the column of my neck.

Slowly, he licks his way down to my tit. “Sawyer,” I moan as he sucks my nipple into his hot, wet mouth.

“I love the way you moan my name when I lick your nipple,” he rasps, moving over to the other one. My back bows off the bed as he closes his teeth around it. “And when I bite it.”

He continues to lick a fiery trail down my body until he reaches my mound. Rubbing his nose against it, he inhales sharply. “I can smell your arousal. Are you ready for me to eat you out?”

Each caress, lick, kiss, and nip, has made my fear dissipate, and as I lie there, panting beneath him, I want nothing more than his mouth on my pussy. “Y-yes.”

The way he made his way down my body has him almost lying upside-down, his ass is near my tits, so he isn’t between my legs. I want to tell him to crawl between my parted legs, but I don’t. I want to see where this is going.

Running my hand along his muscular back, I close it around the nape of his neck. “Do it,” I hiss, squeezing slightly.

Not needing to be told twice, Sy rubs my clit with his nose, making me moan loudly. When I buck, using my body to beg for more, he places his hands on my thighs, firmly holding them wide. Then he licks across the seam of my swollen pussy lips.

“Don’t tease me,” I whine, too horny to care how desperate I sound.

“Don’t rush me, sweet bunny. I want to savor your delicious cunt.”

Oh, fuck. Those words and the gravel in his tone make my inner walls clench, and I’m panting harder. “P-please…” I lose the ability to speak when he hardens his tongue and thrusts it into me. I reach for his hair, tangling my fingers into the mess while pressing him harder to me.

It doesn’t take long before I’m crying out his name, begging for his cock. “Please, Sy. Fill me. I need… fuck! I need your cock.” He doesn’t relent, licking my opening until I scream out his name, shuddering underneath him.

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