Page 45 of Living on the Edge

Chapter13

Angus

I’ve probably had moreskilled blow jobs, but never one that I enjoyed more. Her lack of experience turns me on in ways I don’t understand but her comment about not putting in any effort leaves me determined to do the opposite. She’s young, so she probably hasn’t had many attentive lovers, and I’m here to make sure she never forgets what I do to her tonight.

“Be right back.” I go into the bathroom and grab a couple of towels.

Things are about to get messy.

I spread the towel along the edge of the bed.

“Scoot over here,” I tell her.

She moves into position quickly and I stare down at her glistening pussy.

She’s wet. I can see it. Sucking my cock turned her on, and that gets me hard all over again. Hell, I’mstillhard. Between that red hair and those emerald-green eyes, I’m getting lost in her.

Which is exactly what I need tonight.

She had no objections to the boundaries I set, so I’m going to take as much as she’ll give me.

I tap her ass. “Lift.”

She raises her hips and I slide the second towel, which I folded into four, beneath her. Then I pour a small stream of champagne right down her slit. She jerks from the cold, but I immediately lean in, lapping up the champagne as it slides down.

“Oh, fuck…” She moans, pressing her pussy into my face.

I lick her clean and then repeat the process, drunk on champagne and pussy—two of my favorite things. She’s so wet, and it has nothing to do with champagne. I nip at her clit as I slide a finger inside of her, and she immediately clenches around me. Fuck, I can’t wait until her tight little cunt is wrapped around my cock.

But first I need her to cream all over my face.

I need to hear her scream my name, come undone for me.

My gut tells me she hasn’t done enough of that.

I finally put down the champagne bottle so I can focus, and I use my fingers to spread her open. Her lips are pink and rosy, completely devoid of hair, and I dive in. I stab my tongue into her, pushing it in and out while simultaneously pinching her clit. She wiggles, a soft gasp escaping her, and I replace my tongue with two fingers.

“Angus…” She digs her fingers into my hair, tugging hard enough to make my scalp sting, but I don’t mind. That just means she’s into it.

I lift her thighs and drop her legs over my shoulders, giving me unimpeded access to her pussy. I suck on the soft flesh, nipping and tugging as I assess her pain threshold. She likes it a little rough but not too much, so I back off just enough to keep her on edge.

My second and third fingers are deep in her pussy, and I twist my hand so I can rub my thumb along her asshole. She jerks a little, but I distract her by sucking on her clit. The idea that her asshole is untouched drives me wild, and though I know better than to try to put my cock in there, she’s going to take a finger.

I suck a little harder on her clit and push the tip of my thumb against the puckered hole.

“Angus, what—” She sounds breathy. A little confused. A lot turned on.

“I’ll stop if it hurts—I promise. Just give it a chance.”

“Okay.” There’s trust in her voice, which means something to me—I won’t betray it. Besides, I’m starting to see what makes her tick, and I’m positive she’s going to take my finger and like it.

I grab the vibrator and turn it on low and then remove the fingers from her pussy. They’re slick with her juices, which is what I want, and press the vibrator against her clit at the same time I push the tip of my forefinger into her ass.

It’s so fucking tight, and she clenches in protest.

I increase the speed on the vibrator, moving it in little circles around her clit, until she starts pumping her hips, grinding against it.

And then I gently push deeper into her ass.

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