Page 67 of Body Shot

She shivers and moans.

“That’s it, baby. Moan for me. Want to make you feel good.”

“I’m burning, Beck. And aching.”

“Where are you aching, hmm?” I lick her lower back, then cup her pussy. “Here?”

“Yes. There . . .”

“Your pantiesarewet, you hot girl you.” I breathe in the scent of her arousal and my head spins. “I might be getting drunk.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But not from the tequila. It’s you, baby.”

“Oh.”

I rub her pussy through the damp fabric of her panties. “Feel good?”

“God yes.” She parts her legs wider to give me better access, and I smile.

“Good.”

“When do I get to lick tequila offyourbody?”

“Soon as I make you come, sweetheart. You want my fingers? Or my mouth?”

“Uh . . .”

I press my fingers harder against her clit. Instantly her buttocks clench and her hips buck. She lets out a soft cry. “Wow.” I cup her pulsing softness. “So hot, Hayden.” I look up at her, but her hair is all over her face. I reach up to gently pull it aside, revealing one very pink cheek. Her eyes are closed. “Beautiful.”

I ease her over onto her back and her eyelashes flutter as she opens her eyes. I smile into them, propped on my arms above her, then dip to kiss her mouth. I end the kiss with a brush of my tongue over her lower lip, then fall to my back beside her.

“Okay, sweetheart. Have at me.”

Her smile is lazy and sultry. She sits up and grabs the bottle of tequila on the nightstand. She holds it to her nose and lightly sniffs. “Caramel. And vanilla.”

“Very good.”

She moves to her knees, kneeling beside me. I watch her carefully tip the bottle and amber liquid lands on my chest. It runs down between my pecs, into the ridge at the top of my abs, down the groove in the middle of them, then trickles into my navel. Some drips down my sides, probably not enough to make the bedding wet—I honestly give no fucks about that, because Hayden is about to lick me all over.

My body tightens and my hard dick twitches.

With an appreciative hum, Hayden bends, and now it’s her turn to drag her tongue over my skin, the middle of my chest, then my abs. She wets her fingertips in the tequila at my navel and shock heats my veins as she rubs those damp fingertips over my nipples. My tongue comes out to wet my bottom lip in anticipation of her next move.

My eyes fall closed as she licks one nipple, then gives it a quick suck. Fire flashes straight to my groin. She moves to the other and does the same and I can’t stop the noises that climb up my throat.

She glances at me. “You like that?”

“Yeah,” I choke out.

She plays there a little longer, pours more tequila, and licks her way down my torso, stroking her tongue over taut abs, dipping into my navel, which also sends sensation straight to my balls.

“Jesus,” I groan. I’m supposed to be teaching her how to play, yet here she is introducing me to new ways of torture. My balls draw up tight at the base of my cock.

And then yes, sweet baby Jesus, she dribbles tequila on my dick, wetting my pubes. It trickles down over my balls. Electricity pours into my body, tightening every nerve ending. And then she licks again.

Her tongue blazes up my shaft from root to tip, once, twice, a third time, wetting me thoroughly. She circles the base with her fingers and the top of my head blows off when she closes her mouth over the crown. “Mmm. You taste so good.”

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