Page 68 of Pretend for Me

My gaze halts on her ankle, and I look at her in confusion. “Why do you have ‘turkey sandwich’ tattooed here?”

“Because,” she says, placing a hand over her ankle as if it’ll disappear if she does so, “I like turkey sandwiches. Now stop showing off. Knowing multiple languages isn’t going to impress me.” Her brow quirks. “But your tongue might.”

I grin, tossing her clothes to the floor and pulling her closer to me by her hips. I get my shoulders under her knees so her heels rest on my back. And then I take the time to feast my eyes on her.

“This beautiful pussy is all I’ve been able to think about lately,” I murmur, running my nose up her thigh and between her slick seam.

“Oh, God,” Piper gasps. “If it makes you feel better, this pussy thinks about you a lot, too. All my pussies do, actually.”

“That’s a relief,” I muse, flattening my tongue and taking a swipe from her entrance to her clit.

“Oh God, Dev,” she moans, her back arching off the bed. “Did that fairyland grant you a magic tongue?”

I smile, holding back a chuckle. “No, I could only pick one, so I chose a magic dick instead.”

Her thighs clasp around my head when I run my tongue over her again. “Oh my God, this is really embarrassing, but I think I might come now.”

“Don’t you dare,” I growl, sucking one of her plump lips into my mouth. “I have plans to eat this pussy well into the middle of the night. You’re not coming until I’m good and ready.”

“You’re bossy and unfair, you know that?” She reaches for my hair, dropping her knees to the bed, and I gently bite the inside of her thigh in punishment. “Really living up to your Lex Luther supervillain name.”

“Hands over your head, Peter.”

She does as I ask once more and I get to work, sweeping my tongue over her entrance before swirling it around her clit. Over and over, I round her little nub, alternating with both the flat and tip of my tongue.

Piper writhes and moans under me, arching into my mouth. But right as I feel her clench—knowing her climax is seconds away—I pull away, licking her with longer, more languid strokes.

“No, please,” she complains, her hand finding my head again, as if to urge me back. When I immediately disconnect from her, she fists her pillow, her voice whiney. “Dev, I . . . I need . . .”

Her voice trails off when I flick her clit again with the tip of my tongue, back and forth, before sucking it into my mouth. “Is this what you need?”

“Yes,” she hisses, widening her thighs for me. “Just like that.”

Wetting the tip of my finger with the juices at her entrance, I test one digit, teasing and toying until I plunge it deeper inside.

With her hips back up in the air, Piper’s entire body comes to a halt and goosebumps scatter over her skin.

“Goddamn, that’s tight,” I growl, getting my finger knuckle-deep and curling it so her thighs tremble against my ears. “You think I can get another one in?”

“Yes. Yes, please.” I don’t need to see her to know she’s nodding or that her skin is flushed.

Fucking her with my finger, I continue to work her clit, circling it first before tapping it to change up the sensation. She seems to like that based on the guttural moan that emits from her chest. I feel the vibration of it against my lips.

With my hand splayed over her belly, I sink another finger inside her while my tongue continues to focus on her clit.

“Fuck, this pussy is going to make me an addict,” I murmur, licking and fucking her at a steady pace. “It’s so beautiful. Just like the rest of you.”

Her hips move against me, riding my face and heightening her pleasure.

“You should see the way you’re swallowing my fingers. You’ll look even more beautiful swallowing my cock.”

Moaning, Piper rolls against me, chasing her orgasm in earnest, and I can almost feel her unravel under me as I use every trick in my arsenal to give her what she wants.

Pumping, swirling, rolling, fucking.

I curl my fingers, finding that pebbled spot deep inside her, making her suck in a breath. She’s on the brink, a place that’s just within reach, when I increase my pace.

“Need this pussy to flood my tongue, baby,” I say against her. “Come for me.”

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